Killian, who arrived at headquarters, glanced at the members of the organization who had come out to greet him and greeted them with a glance.
The surrounding temperature dropped significantly under Killian's quick but sharp gaze.
As they entered, the agents cleaning their guns rose from their seats to greet Killian. They were all large and rugged, looking like they shouldn't be tampered with.
As he was moving inside after receiving their greetings, a gun he had never seen before caught Killian's eye.
“What is that gun?”
The member of the organization who was asked Killian's question answered quickly and without hesitation.
"This is a sample gun that the gunsmith gave me because it was new. It weighs 25 pounds, is 7.92 caliber, and has an effective range of 1,600 yards."
Purchasing a firearm isn't particularly difficult, as long as you have a firearms permit. It doesn't take long to learn how to understand the structure of a firearm and how to handle it.
However, the reason for training sniper agents who specialize in guns was because of the 'magic bullets'.
This magic bullet was difficult to make, so the supply itself was limited, and handling it also required a considerable amount of magic power, so reloading it took a long time.
Compared to that, black magic, if possessed by the master, had no significant limitations in its use and could be used to rapidly attack enemies. Even with the development of firearms, the continued presence of magic swordsmen in warfare stemmed from this very reason.
Guns were mostly used in small-scale duels or among the mafia, who often had to assassinate someone.
Although the sword still had more advantages, Killian, like other mafiosi, learned to use guns instead of swords.
Learning sword techniques can take years, and nobles have their own unique swordsmanship that has been established through generations, giving them a significant advantage when handling the sword.
However, commoners who had no tradition or skills in swordsmanship could not invest several years in it when they were struggling to make a living.
Killian lifted the gun and checked its weight. Even with the scope attached, it felt no different from the original. It was definitely the best of the recent releases.
Having first picked up a gun at the age of 18, he became a top hitman in just one year. While hard work was a factor, his mastery of magic bullets was both powerful and delicate, far surpassing that of most others.
With this genius ability of Killian, the Starr family instantly became one of the four great families.
So, not only Starr, but also other snipers from other families could not help but respect and admire Killian.
“Have you tried the test?”
“I haven’t tried it yet.”
Killian said, placing the gun back on the table.
“When the maintenance is finished, put it back in my place.”
“Yes. I’ll bring a special magic bullet with me as well.”
As Killian sat down, the executives came out one by one to report on the previous day's events. Killian was particularly concerned about the Giuliano family.
“What about their movements?”
“There hasn’t been any movement other than Raminis walking around alone.”
Raminis is known to be the nephew of the Giuliano family boss. However, rumors spread that he was so uncontrollable that even they found it difficult to control him.
“Keep an eye on it.”
"All right."
After their marriage, Killian felt uneasy because of the quiet Giuliano family.
As he took out a cigarette with a feeling of unease, Chambers came closer.
“Lord Killian.”
“What’s going on?”
“What is that?”
Chambers asked, pointing to the handkerchief tucked into Killian's front coat pocket. It wasn't Killian's usual style, as he disliked clutter.
“It’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t seem like it’s nothing.”
Chambers pushed up his glasses and gave them a sharp look.
“You’re wasting your eyes again.”
Despite Killian's words, he paid no attention and began to come up with his own reasoning.
"White lace trim on the outside, delicate floral embroidery on the corners. This looks like a handkerchief you received from a woman."
Chambers's lips lifted after completing his simple deduction.
“If there’s a woman who can give you a handkerchief like that, it has to be Emily.”
Knox, who was standing next to him, looked at Chambers with a pitiful look.
“I think I made a great deduction, but it’s something anyone can easily figure out.”
“...I see, if even Mr. Knox knows, then that’s true.”
Knox clicked his tongue and turned towards Killian.
"But seriously, what's with the handkerchief? You don't carry around anything like that. Honeymooners are definitely different, yes?"
Then he sat down next to Killian with a sly smile.
“Wow, it smells so good, huh? Hmm~ Is that the scent of flowers? Do you want to smell your wife’s scent at work too?”
Chambers frowned and stepped back.
“Mr. Knox, when you said that just now, your expression seemed a bit perverted.”
“I thought so too.”
Knox quickly acknowledged and smoothed his expression. Killian, as if uneasy, shook his shoulder where Knox's cheek had touched.
The handkerchief was indeed Emily's. To be precise, he stole it from John.
It happened just a few days after he returned from the banquet.
“Emily, there’s something I want to ask you before the vacation ends.”
One sunny day, John and Emily were spending some leisurely time in the garden after having dinner together.
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing special.”
John took a piece of paper out of his pocket.
“Confirmation of attendance at the sports day?”
"Yes, it's an event held before the semester starts for new and current students to get to know each other. Attendance isn't mandatory, but there's something I'd like to do with Emily."
John seemed embarrassed and held back his words.
“Don’t be difficult and speak comfortably.”
Emily's affectionate tone gave John the courage to open his mouth.
"It's a two-person, three-legged race with my mom. I've never participated before because my mom isn't around."
John knew exactly how to stir Emily's emotions.
When John looked up at her, blinking his big eyes, her heart sank again.
Even as an adult, losing her parents often makes her feel difficult, but this child lost them at such a young age. She couldn't help but feel compelled to grant any and all requests.
“What’s so difficult about that? Of course, I can run with you.”
“Really? Thank you!”
John jumped into Emily's arms.
“Then, shall we start practicing tomorrow?”
"Great!"
When Killian and Giovanni heard the news later, they couldn't help but feel astonished.
Even when Cezanne and Roxy offered to stand in for his mother and asked him to attend the sports day.
"Why should I attend such a childish game? Don't involve me in children's games. A sports day? I'm so dumbfounded..."
Because the person who said that was none other than John.
“It seems like the kid’s acting skills are improving day by day.”
Killian nodded in agreement with Giovanni's words.
“When does vacation end?”
“There’s not much left, so just hold on a little longer.”
Giovanni didn't mark his own birthday on his calendar, but he marked John's opening ceremony with a red star, so he thinks that says it all.
Even Alvin, who had been doing his job as a butler quite competently, had lost so much weight that he was pitiful.
“Make sure you prepare thoroughly so that he doesn’t have any problems when he returns to school.”
Giovanni responded with a solemn expression to Killian's threat.
“Don’t worry, I will never make a mistake.”
He had already sent John's book to the school in advance.
On the day they decided to exercise, Emily and John met in the large open space within the mansion.
“Emily looks really good in a tracksuit.”
Emily's beautiful face was highlighted by her high ponytail, and her tall, slender figure was accentuated by her tunic-style shirt and riding breeches.
John personally thought Emily looked more lively and beautiful in this outfit than in a dress.
“Thank you, you’re cute too.”
Emily gently grabbed John's cheek as if she were loving him.
With his long bangs tied up in a ponytail, John resembled a cute and handsome apple. It's a hairstyle often worn by young boys to avoid injury during sports, but John originally hated it to the point of shivering.
But if Emily said it was okay and pretty, then what did it matter? That was what Johan thought.
“Really?”
John giggled, playing with his apple head.
“Really. How can you be so cute?”
Yeah, he could endure this level of humiliation to look cute to Emily.
Hia face still trembles when he thinks of Cezanne bursting into laughter while he was creating this hairstyle.
“Then, shall we start with some warm-up exercises?”
Emily has been working hard to maintain her status as social queen.
While the goal was to maintain her figure, the biggest goal was to improve her stamina. Maintaining stamina is crucial for attending parties and gatherings.
Many social novices didn't know this and ended up collapsing.
“What kind of exercise did you do?”
“I learned stretching, running, and swimming...”
Luckily, Emily also had excellent athletic ability and agility.
“Don’t worry, I’ve always been first in running.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
What she, who seemed to be good at everything, lacked was cooperation.
The surrounding temperature dropped significantly under Killian's quick but sharp gaze.
As they entered, the agents cleaning their guns rose from their seats to greet Killian. They were all large and rugged, looking like they shouldn't be tampered with.
As he was moving inside after receiving their greetings, a gun he had never seen before caught Killian's eye.
“What is that gun?”
The member of the organization who was asked Killian's question answered quickly and without hesitation.
"This is a sample gun that the gunsmith gave me because it was new. It weighs 25 pounds, is 7.92 caliber, and has an effective range of 1,600 yards."
Purchasing a firearm isn't particularly difficult, as long as you have a firearms permit. It doesn't take long to learn how to understand the structure of a firearm and how to handle it.
However, the reason for training sniper agents who specialize in guns was because of the 'magic bullets'.
This magic bullet was difficult to make, so the supply itself was limited, and handling it also required a considerable amount of magic power, so reloading it took a long time.
Compared to that, black magic, if possessed by the master, had no significant limitations in its use and could be used to rapidly attack enemies. Even with the development of firearms, the continued presence of magic swordsmen in warfare stemmed from this very reason.
Guns were mostly used in small-scale duels or among the mafia, who often had to assassinate someone.
Although the sword still had more advantages, Killian, like other mafiosi, learned to use guns instead of swords.
Learning sword techniques can take years, and nobles have their own unique swordsmanship that has been established through generations, giving them a significant advantage when handling the sword.
However, commoners who had no tradition or skills in swordsmanship could not invest several years in it when they were struggling to make a living.
Killian lifted the gun and checked its weight. Even with the scope attached, it felt no different from the original. It was definitely the best of the recent releases.
Having first picked up a gun at the age of 18, he became a top hitman in just one year. While hard work was a factor, his mastery of magic bullets was both powerful and delicate, far surpassing that of most others.
With this genius ability of Killian, the Starr family instantly became one of the four great families.
So, not only Starr, but also other snipers from other families could not help but respect and admire Killian.
“Have you tried the test?”
“I haven’t tried it yet.”
Killian said, placing the gun back on the table.
“When the maintenance is finished, put it back in my place.”
“Yes. I’ll bring a special magic bullet with me as well.”
As Killian sat down, the executives came out one by one to report on the previous day's events. Killian was particularly concerned about the Giuliano family.
“What about their movements?”
“There hasn’t been any movement other than Raminis walking around alone.”
Raminis is known to be the nephew of the Giuliano family boss. However, rumors spread that he was so uncontrollable that even they found it difficult to control him.
“Keep an eye on it.”
"All right."
After their marriage, Killian felt uneasy because of the quiet Giuliano family.
As he took out a cigarette with a feeling of unease, Chambers came closer.
“Lord Killian.”
“What’s going on?”
“What is that?”
Chambers asked, pointing to the handkerchief tucked into Killian's front coat pocket. It wasn't Killian's usual style, as he disliked clutter.
“It’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t seem like it’s nothing.”
Chambers pushed up his glasses and gave them a sharp look.
“You’re wasting your eyes again.”
Despite Killian's words, he paid no attention and began to come up with his own reasoning.
"White lace trim on the outside, delicate floral embroidery on the corners. This looks like a handkerchief you received from a woman."
Chambers's lips lifted after completing his simple deduction.
“If there’s a woman who can give you a handkerchief like that, it has to be Emily.”
Knox, who was standing next to him, looked at Chambers with a pitiful look.
“I think I made a great deduction, but it’s something anyone can easily figure out.”
“...I see, if even Mr. Knox knows, then that’s true.”
Knox clicked his tongue and turned towards Killian.
"But seriously, what's with the handkerchief? You don't carry around anything like that. Honeymooners are definitely different, yes?"
Then he sat down next to Killian with a sly smile.
“Wow, it smells so good, huh? Hmm~ Is that the scent of flowers? Do you want to smell your wife’s scent at work too?”
Chambers frowned and stepped back.
“Mr. Knox, when you said that just now, your expression seemed a bit perverted.”
“I thought so too.”
Knox quickly acknowledged and smoothed his expression. Killian, as if uneasy, shook his shoulder where Knox's cheek had touched.
The handkerchief was indeed Emily's. To be precise, he stole it from John.
It happened just a few days after he returned from the banquet.
***
“Emily, there’s something I want to ask you before the vacation ends.”
One sunny day, John and Emily were spending some leisurely time in the garden after having dinner together.
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing special.”
John took a piece of paper out of his pocket.
“Confirmation of attendance at the sports day?”
"Yes, it's an event held before the semester starts for new and current students to get to know each other. Attendance isn't mandatory, but there's something I'd like to do with Emily."
John seemed embarrassed and held back his words.
“Don’t be difficult and speak comfortably.”
Emily's affectionate tone gave John the courage to open his mouth.
"It's a two-person, three-legged race with my mom. I've never participated before because my mom isn't around."
John knew exactly how to stir Emily's emotions.
When John looked up at her, blinking his big eyes, her heart sank again.
Even as an adult, losing her parents often makes her feel difficult, but this child lost them at such a young age. She couldn't help but feel compelled to grant any and all requests.
“What’s so difficult about that? Of course, I can run with you.”
“Really? Thank you!”
John jumped into Emily's arms.
“Then, shall we start practicing tomorrow?”
"Great!"
***
When Killian and Giovanni heard the news later, they couldn't help but feel astonished.
Even when Cezanne and Roxy offered to stand in for his mother and asked him to attend the sports day.
"Why should I attend such a childish game? Don't involve me in children's games. A sports day? I'm so dumbfounded..."
Because the person who said that was none other than John.
“It seems like the kid’s acting skills are improving day by day.”
Killian nodded in agreement with Giovanni's words.
“When does vacation end?”
“There’s not much left, so just hold on a little longer.”
Giovanni didn't mark his own birthday on his calendar, but he marked John's opening ceremony with a red star, so he thinks that says it all.
Even Alvin, who had been doing his job as a butler quite competently, had lost so much weight that he was pitiful.
“Make sure you prepare thoroughly so that he doesn’t have any problems when he returns to school.”
Giovanni responded with a solemn expression to Killian's threat.
“Don’t worry, I will never make a mistake.”
He had already sent John's book to the school in advance.
***
On the day they decided to exercise, Emily and John met in the large open space within the mansion.
“Emily looks really good in a tracksuit.”
Emily's beautiful face was highlighted by her high ponytail, and her tall, slender figure was accentuated by her tunic-style shirt and riding breeches.
John personally thought Emily looked more lively and beautiful in this outfit than in a dress.
“Thank you, you’re cute too.”
Emily gently grabbed John's cheek as if she were loving him.
With his long bangs tied up in a ponytail, John resembled a cute and handsome apple. It's a hairstyle often worn by young boys to avoid injury during sports, but John originally hated it to the point of shivering.
But if Emily said it was okay and pretty, then what did it matter? That was what Johan thought.
“Really?”
John giggled, playing with his apple head.
“Really. How can you be so cute?”
Yeah, he could endure this level of humiliation to look cute to Emily.
Hia face still trembles when he thinks of Cezanne bursting into laughter while he was creating this hairstyle.
“Then, shall we start with some warm-up exercises?”
Emily has been working hard to maintain her status as social queen.
While the goal was to maintain her figure, the biggest goal was to improve her stamina. Maintaining stamina is crucial for attending parties and gatherings.
Many social novices didn't know this and ended up collapsing.
“What kind of exercise did you do?”
“I learned stretching, running, and swimming...”
Luckily, Emily also had excellent athletic ability and agility.
“Don’t worry, I’ve always been first in running.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
What she, who seemed to be good at everything, lacked was cooperation.
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