OFFICIALLY OUT OF HIATUSMORE FAMILY FLUFF WILL COME!

[***]

When the twins made the first move, the county was in a frenzy.

Ron stood there watching them do nothing while feeling worthless together.

He can not help but sigh deeply. They should be cautious because these two are operating on the same brain, in the same location, and feel worthless at all times.

"Wait, what did I expect?"

"Now, now," Cale said, "that Uncle will come to us first." He is already told Rok that Arsen is going to do something to them. It was a poison attempt in his previous life.

But nows...

"It is an assassination attempt," Rok stated casually.

"How do you know you are so sure, Rok?"

"He is just itching to get rid of us. Poison will leave leads, but assassination? If he finds someone as skilled as Grandpa Ron, we are screwed."

But Ron guaranteed that there was no stronger or more skilled assassin than him.

Molrans, who has previously operated on both the Eastern and Western continents, swear by his surname.

That is why.

"Let us corner them, Dongsaeng, and make them grovel before our feet."

It's the moment when the Henituses realize they messed with the wrong person.

[***]

A family meeting was called, and all of the children of the current household members were invited. Violan was seated next to Rok and Cale. However, none of the family members came to their table, effectively isolating the Household Head's family.

Violan looked at them casually, ignoring their menacing stares.

She was concerned about the children, eight years old and a toddler, who were being scrutinized.

She despises the fact that she is still powerless in front of the members of the household.

"To think, Deruth married and impregnated commoners."

"I am worried about the future of the family."

"Look at those children, how pitiful; if only they were born from the nobility of the highest class."

It continued in this manner.

Cale: They really want to die, do not they?

Rok: ...

Rok had been completely deafeningly quiet. Of course, he had already created the most promising aspect of dying.

With a cup in his hand, he watched the trembling maid pour out the poisoned juice.

"Hey, Noona. This lemonade sure looks really great."

Cale looked at his older twin brother.

"Do not be so nervous, I have been an illegitimate child before, and I know where I belong," Rok said. It was almost slicing the bastards who were staring at him.

Violan looked at him, but he was already holding his mother's hand.

"N... no... my... apologies."

Rok smiled and looked around at the people.

He drank the lemonade with which Ron poisoned himself. But there was one thing these Henituses did not realize: Rok's body was poison-resistant. Furthermore, the poison used by Ron was more lethal than the poison used by the maid.

He smiled and looked at them as if he was not in any danger.

His Grandpa Lloyd trained his body in this manner. Because it is his responsibility as the firstborn son of Jour Thames. He is responsible for keeping his younger brother safe. Cale will undoubtedly do the rest because that is what he has been trained to do.

Rok coughed up blood a few seconds later. He looked at Arsen and Silvior Henituse, stunned by the sequence of events.

They attempted to use a slow-acting poison.

But you didn't know? You're all playing in my palms.

"Hyung-nim!" Cale cries, and that's the signal that he has to fall down. He fell to his side, waiting for Ron to catch him up.

Cale: hey. You okay?

Rok: I'm fine. I'm going to sleep.

Rok closed his eyes, and by the evening, everything should be ready.

The Henituse County was suddenly inundated with hungry, greedy eyes. Cale sat calmly beside his brother, who was clearly awake.

This is why crying for him was pointless.

"Good day, Young Lord."

Cale turned around. He sat beside the bed without looking up.

The man was holding the crossbow's trigger. He aimed at him with a devil's smile.

"Please do not think badly of me," the assassin said as he pulled the trigger.

However, as soon as he does, the arrow ricochets towards him.

After a while, the assassin's restlessness overtook his greed, and he smiled at himself. His entire body was covered in spiky whip. Countless metal rods stabbed his body.

"Are you enjoying the show?" the presumed-dead older twin rose from his bed and leaned against his brother. The poisoned boy appeared bored, while the crimson glint of a murderer entered his field of vision.

They are not ordinary children.

That did not bode well for someone who was so good at investigating.

"This is tedious."

The assassin could feel his entire body trembling. He looked to the side and saw an old man with a benign smile, as if he did not have metal rods piercing his body. When he recognized the man standing before him, he gasped in surprise.

"Y... You are supposed to be dea—AHHHHHH!"

His frightened scream filled the room.

"Ohh-h-h-h...." I moaned as I slowly regained consciousness.

He momentarily blocked out and regained consciousness.

"Who ordered you?"

The older child's voice sounded really cold.

He looked down and said, "wi, will you spare me... if I tell you?"

He doesn't feel pain. He was unaware that the Molrans were involved. He would never accept this mission if he knew they were involved!

"All right," the younger one said as he approached him. "Who was it?" he asked again, his finger resting on his chin.

"A, Arsen Henituse! He and the Selvior individual are planning an insurgency in the county."

"Really?"

"Yes! T, the note in my pocket! I should fire the flare so they can force their way into the county! Since there will be no successor from Deruth Henituse this time! They even ordered the Countes's death!"

Rok: ...

Cale: What are you thinking?

Rok: something good.

The assassin stood there watching as the older one signaled for the butler.

The Molran took the note and the flare and set it off.

He watched them in confusion. Why/ Why would they do it? They have—

"Cale."

"Yes, Hyung-nim?"

"Let us go," the older brother said as he led his younger brother outside. "Let us meet them at the grand hall, where the County Lord has his seat."

The older one's cold grin was the last thing he saw.

Everything went black after that.

[***]

"Today is the day! That seat will be mine," Arsen Henituse declared. After Deruth was chosen as the Lord, he was left with envy. He is capable of doing everything Deruth is capable of. He has the ability to make the county prosper. What is the big deal about Deruth, anyway? He has poor taste in women. His wife is an Orsena descendant who can give them even more power once he takes the throne.

He looked at Selvior, who appeared to be enjoying the entire insurgency.

The time has finally come to seize what's rightfully his. No one can revolt against him, so long as Deruth is not here.

He raised his hands as soon as they saw the flare, and the henchmen began riding their horses to the county. As they rode as fast as they could towards the castle, he could already smell the scent of victory.

Finally. Finally.

They walked through the gates. They were initially perplexed by the absence of guards. He just assumed they arrived at the right time when the guards changed. They smashed their way through the grandhalls.

However, everything inside the county castle was dark. There were no lights, nothing. There were no servants of any living being inside.

They walked deeper and reached the entire audience, where all kinds of county ceremonies were held. They opened the doors, but a strong gust of wind prevented them from entering.

"At long last," Arsen exclaimed as he entered the room, but the lights immediately went out. The entire hall began to light up one by one.

They were about to enjoy the entire thing when they heard small laughter from the seats.

The Eldest son, Rok Henituse, was seated at the count's seat. His younger brother stood next to him, all the while looking down at them.

"Y... you we..."

"I am supposed to be dead?" the chilling laughter repeated.

"Did you think you could kill me with that measly poison? I even used a stronger one to make it more realistic," he blushed in shame. "Remember, I am of Thames descent."

They were all deafeningly quiet.

Arsen, impatient, ordered, "Kill them!" The knights of the Henituse Castle began to flock from the second floor as soon as Arsen gave the order. Arrows began to rain on the insurgence, and at the same time, a dignified silver shield appeared out of nowhere.

Everyone marveled at the shining shield, blood began to spill, but no lives were taken.

Arsen and Selvior Henituse all looked at the twins, who were grinning wide like little devils who planned this.

As soon as Arsen tried to reach the twins with his blade, a gleaming sword parried with his.

Deruth Henituse, who was supposed to be at the capital, is standing in front of him, protecting those who are not legitimate from him.

Deruth slashed him, causing him to tumble down the stairs. The County Lord looked at them, disappointed.

"Are you interested in becoming a county lord?"

"To the point where you want to kill my family with such cowardly act?" Deruth's chilling voice echoed.

When Selvior tried to attack him, a gust of wind pushed him back.

Deruth sat on the seat, while Rok stood up.

The opposing forces were defeated and forced to kneel before the Henituse knight.

"Put the traitors in the dungeons! Spare no one! Include their families!"

"DAMN YOU!"

"It is only right. An eye for an eye," snarks Deruth. "A tooth for a tooth."

The stronger survive in the survival of the fittest.

"Arsen Henituse, do you know the reason why you can't become the County Lord?"

Arsen locked his gaze on him. A thunderous crack echoed as Ron forced him to grovel on his knees.

"There is no need to be recorded in history; live in peace and happiness."

Deruth spoke loudly enough that everyone could hear him.

"Do you understand what it really means?"

Every Henituse who stood before Deruth looked down.

"You don't? Then you have no right to sit in this seat; how can you lead the people who rely on you if you do not understand such simple things?" Deruth Henituse exclaimed, "Shame on you, Henituses."

.

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Following the traitorous behavior of a few County members, the County went ballistic. Violan suppressed the news. As a result, everything returned to normal.

However, Deruth asked Rok for the nth time, "Are you really fine?"

He had him on his lap, his palm resting on his chest, carefully patting him to know whether he was really alright.

Cale was sitting next to him, his arms wrapped around him.

He was surprised when Ron sent him a letter via pigeon. What surprised him the most was that his children were doing all of these things.

He is a failure as a father.

His children willingly put themselves in danger in order to wipe out everyone who stood in their way in one fell swoop.

Two small fingers poked at his cheeks.

"We wanted it," they both said, "and... we are used to it."

It makes his heart break even more.

He could only hug them tightly as he reminded himself that they were still alive. He can not help but be sad because their lives were more chaotic than he had anticipated. Was living with him for three years the only time they lived normally?

He promised himself that he would never again put them in danger's way.

He will never let them experience that pain again.

TBC