Ch-12. Caelin

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The twins annoyed him. Vicuska kept screaming at him whenever she saw him and Porcys glared at him and never answered to any of his questions. Babysitting them was the worst job Vritra could have assigned to him.

"I hope they mix poison ivy in your food!" Vicuska screeched at him. "Why are you even doing this? Why-"

He ignored her. Master had said him to look after them, not listen to them. The common room was humid and uncomfortable. It was hot yet cold. The kind of weather Caelin despised. Vritra trusted the twins only in the common room which had no windows. If there were windows, these two would jump and escape. Where could they escape by the way? Ras-Denyis was an island.

He yawned and pulled his dagger out. The markings it bore on the pommel was fascinating. Why had he not noticed that earlier?

Vicuska had stopped her yapping. Perhaps she realised that he was not listening. Even if he had, he had heard worse threats. Or it could have been the dagger in his hands.

Without even knocking, Blayke opened the door. That one action allowed fresh air to enter the sweltering room. Behind him, Holia Ceren stood in an attire similar to Blayke. Holia was one of the four female assassins who was not sent for missions on seduction. She refused to train under Chiara. Her wife, Lyette, however, was one of the best seductresses the base had.

"Caelin," Holia smirked as she entered. "Long time."

He cocked his head in acknowledgement.

"Master wants to send you on a mission," Blayke said, sneering at the confused twins. "I will take care of them."

Caelin chortled and got up. "Good luck, my friend. You will need it." Turning towards Holia he asked, "You?"

She waved her hand. "I am here just to see you. I can't take care of babies, let alone adults who behave like one. I would end up killing them."

"What?" Vicuska screeched. She looked at Caelin with wide eyes. "She can't do that, can she?"

Unable to contain his smirk, he let one slip past his defences, "Oh! She can."

Vicuska shut her mouth and turned towards her brother. Porcys, on the other hand, looked least affected. He subtly scoffed, but he knew that Caelin saw it. What could the assassin comment?

Leaving a suspicious looking Blayke in the room, Caelin came out. Holia shut the door.

The young and the juvenile assassins bowed low for them. Caelin and Holia had been here for more than fifteen years and they had survived and were in the good looks of Vritra. Not to mention, they were the best.

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