Gin blinked.
She tilted her head slightly and gave a silent smile. "Why ask when you already know the answer?"
"What a clever child," Brandy commented indifferently, a hint of satisfaction flashing through his eyes once again.
It was indeed worthy of satisfaction.
Gin was not the only candidate in his plan, but he was the only candidate capable of achieving his Target's goals.
Every single time he tested her, Gin gave a perfect response—it was just as it should be.
Only after proving that Gin had the ability to achieve his Target can Brandy die in peace.
This tone, which felt as if an Old man were instructing a junior, did not cause Gin much dissatisfaction.
First, it was because Brandy was indeed older and more experienced; second, why should he bother to argue with a dying person?
In the next second, the two who had reached a consensus simultaneously averted their intertwined gazes, shifting their eyes toward the silent Madra.
The Woman silently lifted her face and let out a "Ha?"—a sound so light it was almost like a mockery.
Her clear eyes were filled with a deathly silence.
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Of the two remaining sets of research materials, one is with my Brother," Brandy said candidly. "I once handled the other one; although the original has been handed over to Rum, I have a backup on hand.
He paused, then added, "I will hand over the backup in my possession to Madra, along with the influence I have retained."
Brandy blinked softly, then looked at the girl beside him.
This girl was raised by him.
His gaze was rarely so gentle, he gave his final instructions in a soft tone: "After I die, you follow Gin, follow his Arrangement, give him the backup of the research materials once the mission is completed."
After a pause, Brandy's voice turned cold: "If he fails to do it, you kill him."
Hearing such a threat against his life, Gin remained noncommittal, merely curling his lips into a smirk.
Although he didn't think Madra had the ability to kill him, still—
Just based on the last piece of research materials in her hands, Gin had no choice but to let her stay by his side.
It seems he can't silence her this time.
However, since these were Brandy's terms, he accepted them—after all, Brandy had already made many concessions.
"Then.." the Woman's cold voice rang out in the silence, her tone faintly raspy.
He looked at Brandy, the person who had followed his since childhood, his eyes shimmering with a faint glint of moisture: "What if I can't do it?"
What if I can't do it, Gentleman?
Every single time, every single time, as long as it was an order from Brandy, Madra would obey.
Even if she couldn't do it, even if it was difficult, she would grit his teeth and force himself to endure.
From the moment Brandy rescued him, that girl—who was trembling yet still possessed such stubborn eyes—had already given his life to him.
She was like a silent shadow, quietly following her Master and fulfilling her Master's every command.
But if the Master is no longer there, why should the shadow exist?
“You can do it.” Brandy's gaze carried a faint smile, as if he were treating a very close junior, or perhaps his own quiet daughter.
Madra—" He called out the woman's name, just as he had issued countless commands before: "You can do it.
Live on.
His eyes were telling Madra one thing, his words were telling Madra one thing, his final Arrangement was telling Madra one thing.
Does Brandy not know what he means to Madra?
No, he knows.
That is why he issued such an order and made such an Arrangement.
After his death, as the witness to all his plans and the third person to witness the entire negotiation in this House, it was impossible for Gin not to kill Madra.
The Organization's Top Killer is not the type of person to leave a hidden danger for himself.
Such an arrangement would force Gin to spare her life.
And once Everything has finished, there is an eighty to ninety percent chance that Gin will break away from the Black Organization; in that case, he would no longer have any need to kill Madra to keep secrets.
—He was able to survive Gin's hand.
He handed his remaining forces to him, handed this mission to him, forced his to complete the mission after his death.
He also forced her to stay alive.
—After accepting the mission, she would be able to survive with her own hands.
Brandy had been cold-hearted his entire life; to achieve his Target, he could use others without any hesitation, including any innocent person.
Almost all of his life's hesitations were given to his Brother.
The tiny bit that remained was given to Madra.
He gave it to this girl, who had been by his side since such a young age, willing to risk his life to carry out his every command, treating himself as nothing less than the most perfect robot.
This girl looked at him with misty eyes.
Even if I am selfish, you silly girl.
This is the last time I will go against your wishes and make you do something you don't want to do.
Live on.
"Even if I die, you must live on," he said.
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After a moment of unspeakable silence, Madra finally raised his head.
He looked at the person who had followed his for many years, a single clear tear rolling down his cheek.
He spoke, his voice extremely calm, "Will you let me carry out the assassination on you?"
Gin was slightly stunned.
That man, who had been forcing himself to remain calm all day, finally revealed a look of incomprehensible bewilderment.
However, the conversation between the master and the servant had not ended.
Madra did not wait for anyone to ask questions, adding decisively, "Someone once gave me a book, there was a sentence in it that I found very reasonable."
“'I believe that there are souls after death, because I am the one who caused your death, so please, come find me, then we can be together again.'”
So, if you must die." The Woman paused, her gaze burning: "Rather than committing suicide, it would be better if I killed you instead.
His gaze was clear and his eyes stubborn, making Brandy think of that Little girl from many years ago for a moment.
Brandy gave a light chuckle and said indulgently, "Okay."
So Madra also smiled, her smile was forced, perhaps because of the Pain at this moment, or perhaps because she had not smiled for a very long time.
She said, "Okay."
Brandy knew that this "Okay" was an acceptance of the mission he had previously given her.
She did not close her eyes; her eyes merely held a smile as he watched the woman in front of him raise her firearms, aiming at her forehead using the grip he had taught her.
Bang—
Madra pulled the trigger.
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Author's Note: (1) Quoted from Wuthering Heights
This book has appeared more than once already, it will make appearances again later.
By the way, everyone who has read this book in this story has a different understanding of it; no two people share the same one. Therefore, the "reflections" of Madra and the person who gave his this book are also different.
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So this was the reason Gin chose Brandy first.
Relatively speaking, he was truly the easiest one to deal with; although he had a high IQ, he simply didn't want to live.
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Chapter 164 Chapter 148 Akai Shuichi.. what exactly does he want to say..
The moment he stepped out of Brandy Villa, the light spilled down, the setting sun was as red as blood.
Gin narrowed his eyes slightly. The twilight sunlight was not piercing, but rather softly scattered across the earth; however, for a moment, Gin still felt his eyes were somewhat dry and his brain a bit clouded.
However, the Silver-haired youth did not show it. He walked calmly to his car and gave a slight nod to Heine, who had arrived early and was waiting specifically for him, as a way of saying hello.
Heine seemed to have been waiting for a long time, leaning against his car and staring blankly in boredom, his blonde hair looking somewhat limp. However, the moment he saw him, Heine still revealed a look of pure surprise and joy.
That smile was fleeting.
Finally out, I see." The Young Master frowned, complaining lazily, "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?
He leaned against the car body with his hands in his pockets. The way he nonchalantly raised an eyebrow made him look like a youth whose friend had failed to arrive on time, his calm demeanor overshadowing all the previous thrills, his cobalt blue eyes carrying a hint of reassurance.
Worried about me?
Perhaps it was because he had just been a bystander to someone else's love and hate, or perhaps it was because the previous battle of wits had been too taxing, or perhaps it was simply because the light of the setting sun was too soft; Gin's features appeared a bit more gentle.
He even had the mood to tease his friend.
Heine stared with eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost; that man had always lived a flamboyant and unrestrained life, unless it was related to a Mission, his moods were entirely at his whim.