Emily relayed Sam's coup plan to Killian as if she had heard it herself. This was something she already knew from the book, where John imitates Sam and leads a rebellion.
“Is that true?”
“Yes, I heard it clearly.”
Killian, who had been listening to her quietly, regretted bringing Emily here.
It is not unexpected that Sam, not being chosen as successor, might plot a rebellion.
But he didn't know Dam would do something like that at a funeral. The Carpathians are afraid of seeing blood inside their temple.
“You go out with John first.”
It was clear that this place would soon erupt into chaos once the will appointing Endymion as successor was announced. Whether or not this plan was true, evacuating her was the top priority.
“You too, be careful. From that man’s seat to the third row behind, all of them are Sam’s people.”
It was easy to distinguish between the members of the organization that would accompany Sam, as they all agreed to wear pocket squares folded in a triangle fold on their chests.
Killian wondered how Emily knew all this information, but there was no time to ask. Soon, the priest was preparing to read the will.
“Then John and I will take refuge.”
“Go ahead.”
Killian met John's eyes and urged him once more.
“Take good care of your aunt.”
John's heart swelled with pride at the thought that for the first time, Killian had trusted him and entrusted him with a mission.
“Just trust me.”
John left the chapel with a solemn look on his face, holding Emily's hand.
Knox and Chambers, who were sitting behind, were watching Emily and Killian whispering throughout the memorial service with puzzlement.
As the two left, Knox tapped Killian on the shoulder with a worried expression.
"What's the matter?"
“...Did you both get your guns?”
"Yeah! Of course, I always carry it with me. But why?"
Knox asked with a look of excitement on his face.
“Do you have someone you need to deal with?”
"Maybe."
Instead of explaining in detail, Killian focused his gaze on Sam. Knox and Chambers, who had followed his gaze, also observed Sam. They seemed to have a rough idea of what was about to happen.
The time came to read the will, and an unprecedented tension filled the chapel.
The priest began by reading down the list of beneficiaries of his legacy. Beginning with his family, he listed the organization's executives, then the rank-and-file members, and so on.
“The position of Consigliere has been appointed to Mr. James Pondier, and the new boss is...”
News of the new boss's appointment pricked everyone's ears. It was because of Vito's illegitimate son, Sam, who was rapidly gaining prominence within the organization.
People started calling him 'Sam Gottio' after he claimed to be Vito's illegitimate son.
Vito Gottio had said before that he was only Sam's godfather, but it was hard to fully believe that.
Otherwise, he would have dealt with Sam immediately for causing chaos in the organization, but he passed away without taking any action against Sam until the end.
Sam couldn't help but be excited about this announcement.
“The new boss has been named 'Endymion Gottio', son of Vito Gottio.”
Endymion breathed a deep sigh of relief.
For some, it was an expected decision; for others, it was an unexpected decision.
Endymion wasn't exactly a solid son during Vito's lifetime. The term "solid" itself is laughable in the Mafia, but he wasn't interested in the organization's affairs.
He left to study abroad, saying he would become an artist, and when he returned, he just kept reaching out to his father.
Although Vito returned to the organization belatedly to take over the business as his health deteriorated, many members were indifferent to Endymion.
Rather, Sam, who struggled from the bottom to become a branch manager, had a better image. He truly lived solely for the organization.
"Endymion. No one here will recognize you as boss!"
Without anyone being able to stop him, Sam fired a magic bullet straight into Endymion's chest. The sudden gunshot froze everyone in place, as if frozen.
“Ugh.”
As Endymion fell backwards, someone who had regained consciousness screamed, and soon after, members of the Gottio Family rushed to check on Endymion.
Endymion, who had been lying on the floor, stood up, clutching his chest.
“Hey, what’s going on here?”
Sam looked between his gun and Endymion in confusion.
“Ha, are you surprised that I’m okay?”
Endymion was thrown back along with his chair by the recoil of the impact, but fortunately, his life appeared to be unharmed.
“You dare to plot a rebellion?”
He looked as if he knew everything. Maria, who was standing next to Endymion, also drew her gun with a blank expression.
In fact, she was breathing a sigh of relief as she remembered Emily's advice.
Because the two were both Carpathian believers, they had to meet at the temple at least once a week. One day, Emily caught Maria trying to leave the temple and gave her a thin suit of armor.
“Be sure to put this on under his clothes before going to the funeral.”
“But the funeral will be held in the temple. How dare you do something like that inside the temple?”
"That's why it's the perfect place to plot a rebellion. Because it's a place no one would expect."
Emily, who was looking around, lowered her voice even further.
"Rumor has it he's not a Carpathian. It's best if nothing happens that day, but it's best to be prepared just in case."
"...Yes, I understand. I’ll wear this that day.”
That's how Endymion's life was saved.
Michael, the underboss of the Gottio family, ran straight to Endymion.
“Are you okay?”
"Yes."
“How dare you do something like this? We can’t just let you do it.”
Suddenly, people stood up in front and pulled out guns, and the non-mafia people ran towards the entrance in panic.
But Sam's men immediately stopped them, and the others who witnessed the scene crawled under their chairs and trembled.
Even in this tense situation, Killian calmly ordered Chambers to quickly arm the members of the organization.
“What a funny sight. A rebellion at a funeral.”
Messina, who had been watching the whole scene, clicked her tongue and said.
“Can we just stay still?”
Jed, the aide standing next to her, asked worriedly.
"Just watch. It's not even our family's business, so why bother getting your hands dirty?"
Despite Messina's words, Jed's expression still didn't look good. She tapped his cheek as if to cheer him up.
“Well, if someone gave me money, I’d try my best, but none of them asked you to give us money, right?”
“But don’t forget that Messina is also a member of the committee.”
“Anyway, that’s nagging.”
Messina covered one ear as if she didn't want to hear it.
Meanwhile, Killian, who had come to Endymion's side and was in a standoff with him, spoke to him.
“Do you know who the members of the organization are on your side right now?”
"They're probably the ones who stuck by Sam even after he shot me. Ha, most of the Capos are on his side. If they dared to do something like this at my father's funeral, I'll kill them."
Even though he lived like a sage, Endymion was Gottio's son and possessed B-class magical powers.
"Father didn't recognize that man as a member of Gottio's bloodline. And yet they side with Sam!"
His eyes, bloodshot with rage, were as fierce as a viper's. The capos, encountering Endymion's murderous gaze for the first time, flinched and backed away.
But Sam just laughed at his cries.
"You were the one who didn't live up to the Gottio bloodline. Isn't it unconscionable to now covet the boss position?"
"This position is also my father's legacy. I won't let a fake like you take it away."
“I don’t know how you knew how to come wearing the protective gear, but you won’t be lucky twice.”
A sense of tension filled the air as the tension suddenly grew.
In a situation where no one was willing to pull the trigger and just stood there, the sound of a magic bullet being fired again was heard.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
The culprit was one of Sam's allies, a capo. He was so flustered by the accidentally fired magic bullet that he lost his gun.
But whether it's a mistake or not, it's already spilled milk.
Excited by the gunshots, both sides rushed at each other with guns and swords drawn.
“Is that true?”
“Yes, I heard it clearly.”
Killian, who had been listening to her quietly, regretted bringing Emily here.
It is not unexpected that Sam, not being chosen as successor, might plot a rebellion.
But he didn't know Dam would do something like that at a funeral. The Carpathians are afraid of seeing blood inside their temple.
“You go out with John first.”
It was clear that this place would soon erupt into chaos once the will appointing Endymion as successor was announced. Whether or not this plan was true, evacuating her was the top priority.
“You too, be careful. From that man’s seat to the third row behind, all of them are Sam’s people.”
It was easy to distinguish between the members of the organization that would accompany Sam, as they all agreed to wear pocket squares folded in a triangle fold on their chests.
Killian wondered how Emily knew all this information, but there was no time to ask. Soon, the priest was preparing to read the will.
“Then John and I will take refuge.”
“Go ahead.”
Killian met John's eyes and urged him once more.
“Take good care of your aunt.”
John's heart swelled with pride at the thought that for the first time, Killian had trusted him and entrusted him with a mission.
“Just trust me.”
John left the chapel with a solemn look on his face, holding Emily's hand.
Knox and Chambers, who were sitting behind, were watching Emily and Killian whispering throughout the memorial service with puzzlement.
As the two left, Knox tapped Killian on the shoulder with a worried expression.
"What's the matter?"
“...Did you both get your guns?”
"Yeah! Of course, I always carry it with me. But why?"
Knox asked with a look of excitement on his face.
“Do you have someone you need to deal with?”
"Maybe."
Instead of explaining in detail, Killian focused his gaze on Sam. Knox and Chambers, who had followed his gaze, also observed Sam. They seemed to have a rough idea of what was about to happen.
The time came to read the will, and an unprecedented tension filled the chapel.
The priest began by reading down the list of beneficiaries of his legacy. Beginning with his family, he listed the organization's executives, then the rank-and-file members, and so on.
“The position of Consigliere has been appointed to Mr. James Pondier, and the new boss is...”
News of the new boss's appointment pricked everyone's ears. It was because of Vito's illegitimate son, Sam, who was rapidly gaining prominence within the organization.
People started calling him 'Sam Gottio' after he claimed to be Vito's illegitimate son.
Vito Gottio had said before that he was only Sam's godfather, but it was hard to fully believe that.
Otherwise, he would have dealt with Sam immediately for causing chaos in the organization, but he passed away without taking any action against Sam until the end.
Sam couldn't help but be excited about this announcement.
“The new boss has been named 'Endymion Gottio', son of Vito Gottio.”
Endymion breathed a deep sigh of relief.
For some, it was an expected decision; for others, it was an unexpected decision.
Endymion wasn't exactly a solid son during Vito's lifetime. The term "solid" itself is laughable in the Mafia, but he wasn't interested in the organization's affairs.
He left to study abroad, saying he would become an artist, and when he returned, he just kept reaching out to his father.
Although Vito returned to the organization belatedly to take over the business as his health deteriorated, many members were indifferent to Endymion.
Rather, Sam, who struggled from the bottom to become a branch manager, had a better image. He truly lived solely for the organization.
"Endymion. No one here will recognize you as boss!"
Without anyone being able to stop him, Sam fired a magic bullet straight into Endymion's chest. The sudden gunshot froze everyone in place, as if frozen.
“Ugh.”
As Endymion fell backwards, someone who had regained consciousness screamed, and soon after, members of the Gottio Family rushed to check on Endymion.
Endymion, who had been lying on the floor, stood up, clutching his chest.
“Hey, what’s going on here?”
Sam looked between his gun and Endymion in confusion.
“Ha, are you surprised that I’m okay?”
Endymion was thrown back along with his chair by the recoil of the impact, but fortunately, his life appeared to be unharmed.
“You dare to plot a rebellion?”
He looked as if he knew everything. Maria, who was standing next to Endymion, also drew her gun with a blank expression.
In fact, she was breathing a sigh of relief as she remembered Emily's advice.
Because the two were both Carpathian believers, they had to meet at the temple at least once a week. One day, Emily caught Maria trying to leave the temple and gave her a thin suit of armor.
“Be sure to put this on under his clothes before going to the funeral.”
“But the funeral will be held in the temple. How dare you do something like that inside the temple?”
"That's why it's the perfect place to plot a rebellion. Because it's a place no one would expect."
Emily, who was looking around, lowered her voice even further.
"Rumor has it he's not a Carpathian. It's best if nothing happens that day, but it's best to be prepared just in case."
"...Yes, I understand. I’ll wear this that day.”
That's how Endymion's life was saved.
Michael, the underboss of the Gottio family, ran straight to Endymion.
“Are you okay?”
"Yes."
“How dare you do something like this? We can’t just let you do it.”
Suddenly, people stood up in front and pulled out guns, and the non-mafia people ran towards the entrance in panic.
But Sam's men immediately stopped them, and the others who witnessed the scene crawled under their chairs and trembled.
Even in this tense situation, Killian calmly ordered Chambers to quickly arm the members of the organization.
“What a funny sight. A rebellion at a funeral.”
Messina, who had been watching the whole scene, clicked her tongue and said.
“Can we just stay still?”
Jed, the aide standing next to her, asked worriedly.
"Just watch. It's not even our family's business, so why bother getting your hands dirty?"
Despite Messina's words, Jed's expression still didn't look good. She tapped his cheek as if to cheer him up.
“Well, if someone gave me money, I’d try my best, but none of them asked you to give us money, right?”
“But don’t forget that Messina is also a member of the committee.”
“Anyway, that’s nagging.”
Messina covered one ear as if she didn't want to hear it.
Meanwhile, Killian, who had come to Endymion's side and was in a standoff with him, spoke to him.
“Do you know who the members of the organization are on your side right now?”
"They're probably the ones who stuck by Sam even after he shot me. Ha, most of the Capos are on his side. If they dared to do something like this at my father's funeral, I'll kill them."
Even though he lived like a sage, Endymion was Gottio's son and possessed B-class magical powers.
"Father didn't recognize that man as a member of Gottio's bloodline. And yet they side with Sam!"
His eyes, bloodshot with rage, were as fierce as a viper's. The capos, encountering Endymion's murderous gaze for the first time, flinched and backed away.
But Sam just laughed at his cries.
"You were the one who didn't live up to the Gottio bloodline. Isn't it unconscionable to now covet the boss position?"
"This position is also my father's legacy. I won't let a fake like you take it away."
“I don’t know how you knew how to come wearing the protective gear, but you won’t be lucky twice.”
A sense of tension filled the air as the tension suddenly grew.
In a situation where no one was willing to pull the trigger and just stood there, the sound of a magic bullet being fired again was heard.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
The culprit was one of Sam's allies, a capo. He was so flustered by the accidentally fired magic bullet that he lost his gun.
But whether it's a mistake or not, it's already spilled milk.
Excited by the gunshots, both sides rushed at each other with guns and swords drawn.
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