108 Primal Scion 4 : Creed and Concei

"This world is rotten, and those who are making it rot deserve to die. Someone has to do it, so why not me?"

- Light Yagami, Death Note

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"It's from that reckless pianist, right?" he asked, going around, orbiting the double-identity, almost like detaining someone who has done a crime worthy of a life without parole.

Moreover, the false maidservant whom he called an 'Undercover Assassin', reserved her right to remain silent.

"Hmmm?? Why the quietude now of all time? You even got so far as to make me sip a rushed gulp, all for the name of drinking it at its 'best' and 'most authentic' temperature. Yet, just so you know... if you're gonna trick someone like me, you're gonna need a shenanigan that has been planned for an eon or so. Puny and hasty medieval tricks like poisoning my tea with Digoxin and Cyanide, then having it delivered via false maid is nothing but utter cowardice. Sorry, but this is just... not my cup of tea." he added sounding really scornful.

"I rest my case." The false maidservant responded, forced to display an unshaken demeanor in front of the heir...

"However, As per the Assassin's final creed, under section 98, line number 83, I'm not tainting my reputable and undefeated name, without a single fight!!" With a 'genocider' facade, ullage with adrenaline and thrill, she then commenced showcasing her true nature as someone who is one with the wilderness of either kill or be killed.

From her sandal's soles, came forth these cliched-sharp blades and just under her two sleeves, slid two identical, eastern-style serrated daggers with a dragon-shaped handle, and in their head, a considerably large chunk of concentrated diamonds, which both glyphs her expertise and successes in this deadly field of business and her 'undefeated record' as an assassin-for-hire...

Yet, this is futile, and I know why, more than anyone else...

Having her identity unraveled, and her arsenal of blades in full assassination stance, she then made the first move, swaying her soles' blades like its mere ballerina dancing, and at the same time, switching attack stances began continuously stabbing at the heir's direction using the two daggers with an utmost four stabs per second... making the room even messier than it already is. Now with the pile of papers disorganized and the heir's paperwork greatly disorientated.

However, as presaged, it's nothing but vain. The heir is not taking even the slightest of contact with her weapons, dodging the endless and deadly concussion, like it's mere child's play, and in his face, a smile, not of purity, but of his discernible belittling of the assassin.

"An assassin is ought to resort through sneak attacks, not a head-on and fair battle. You know that right?... It should also be under your creed's section 12, line number 45." In the middle of evading all of the deadly suites of attacks, he exclaimed.

"As expected of an aristocrat's descent. I commend you, for knowing our creed, even if you are far from being one yourself!"

She continued on her hopeful vigor to plunge even a single edge of her weapons on any part of the heir's body, yet everything is mundanely near miss.

"*Sigh*... This is futile."

Having said that, with the looks of a disappointed target, the heir got ready to advance into the offensive, and hastily gets a handful of papers from piles that withstood all of the assassin's actions, and began throwing it up on the air, distorting the clear visage of the surroundings.

The assassin, unable to know where her target is, and with the heir's move a bit impossible to hindsight, she began randomly swaying her blades, clean cutting the papers on-air, while marking the red-carpeted-floors with dents...

And not feeling the success of the random hacks, she ceased... only to see the heir, seated and rather relaxed... with a smirk on his face, and his feet on the table.

Yep... the niche position of every MAFIA's boss' debut in both anime and in western movies...

"Chill... I'm not planning to kill anyone who is proven integral for my plans... And fortunately, that includes you." He exclaimed.

Plans huh... He better not have killed all of them because of their 'insignificance' in this whatnot plan he wishes to undertake. And then again, I know, it's not like I can do anything that can change even the slightest of the present, as per said by Azazel... This is just a first-person interactive illusion, so to say.

(...)

"Well, Mr. Scion, sir, It's my bad..." She said, while slowly sitting down on the messy bed, relaxing down her felt-adrenaline... Almost like she's now welcomed, being carefree that she's in this room that none of us would even dare to enter.

"I never knew that underestimating someone like you would bring me this much sudden karma... but yeah, you're right. I might as well be useful, but for a price, of course. Yet, for now, I'm an assassin, hired by Lady Selene. I can't sign another contract without having completed the previous one. It's professionalism." added the maid... opening up a lollipop that she recently brought out from one of her sleeves which seemed to have this secret undercover pockets or something.

"Hmm. Professionalism indeed, but corrections, you failed..."

"Failed indeed... Well, from the start, it's not like my task is to utterly kill you, so I reckon this is only on the 'semi-loss' spectrum. "

"'Semi-loss'? Is there something like that? Whatever...And why would she do this unintegral threat?"

"Come on... It's not like you have not known her... She's bored. She wants to brisk the leisure turn of events... She can't wait any longer of this grand-scale plan that you two is about to spearhead."

"*Sigh*... Look, we're never getting anywhere if we're too hasty. Everything must be in accordance with the flowchart... Besides, tomorrow night, we're taking the first step... and the success rate is at a minimum of a hundred percent."

"A hundred huh... How convenient. As expected from the heir himself."

"And from there, commences the new world order... One that we will create, ourselves."

New World Order?... What is this, a conceited cult?

(...)

"Hmmm... World Order Indeed...Oh and uh, sorry for the mess."

"No need to worry... It's not like this family will need all of this paperwork anyway... Now, you should probably come up with a rapport to your contractor on how you failed tonight... And do update her that the preparations are now all brought to fruition, and that, tomorrow night, the primal steps to our providence will take place, without fail..."

"Yeah, I probably should, if I don't want any of my cosplay effort today to be demonetized. And I sure can't wait to take off this itchy maidservant attire... Oh and one last thing..."

"What?"

"Advanced Happy Birthday."

With that being said, the assassin jumped out from the window without any hesitation...

Okay, what just happened?