The glass window shattered, shards scattered everywhere. The peaceful night was disturbed, yet Knox Wriothesley remained undisturbed by this commotion.
The earl's house is currently on fire, yet here he is, inside the glass garden, sipping the warm black tea, eyes focused on the spider lily that he cultivate painstakingly.
"How absurd to assassinate the earl, just because he's much better than them." Knox sigh, as if speaking about someone else.
His bored eyes went to the assassins he himself caught. The reason why the glass window shattered earlier is because of these assassins that the earl's puppet throw easily.
The puppets made the battered assassins kneel before him.
Knox stood and walk towards the assassins as he speaks.
"Tell me, what's the gain? Why should I die? Did I know to much?"
His cold hands raised and gently placed on the assassin's shoulder whom is closer to him.
"... Or your employer are just stupid?"
His cold gaze made the assassins shiver.
Earl Knox Wriothesley is known in many names including the magic tower professor, theoretician, magic analyst and many more.
But the most famous name that he achieved throughout his lifetime is being called.
[Executioner]
From the hearsays, he killed every last bit of his bloodline, drawing sword against friends and foes that betrayed his trust or giving him doubts.
"This moment forward, answer me without lies." He stood firmly and scanned the big glasshouse where dozens of assassins are being held by his puppets.
"Who sent all of you?"
He, himself knew that his knowledge doesn't invite friends but foes, and his mistrust guided him to be here from this very moment.
Seeing that none has the urge to answer him, he flicked his finger and the piece of paper he is reading earlier at the table float and fell on his hand.
"Marlon, grew up from the east border, have four kids, all are attending church school..."
Every name he mentioned, the more the assassins went pale.
This is no assassination of the Earl of Wriothesley, but rather the Wriothesley's assassination of the assassins themselves. They are not deceived by their employer, it's just that, the man they are meant to hunt is actually a hunter himself.
"P-Please My Lord... Please spare my children.."
"My Lord, my mother is the only one I have"
"Lord Wriothesley, p-please spare my wife, s-she just gave birth—"
Most of the assassins plead for their love one's, some are obviously walking alone in life.
"HAA!!' The earl sighed, as if the cue for the assassins to seize their breaths.
"Their cries are bad for my ears."
He turn his back and walk as dignified as ever. His posture, movement and even the way he breaths shows his noble upbringing, yet under his regal existence is a man of mysteries.
"Handle them very well."
That was his last command before the assassins was erased to existence.