That day, Father told me everything about himself, mother Lyra, and their organization.

It was intense, but I grasped the gesture.

According to father, the goal of the Council of Assassins is to assassinate the continent's threats and make life better for all the races who live here. The Council of Assassins has been authorized by the three Kingdoms and has established itself in the shadows of all the major cities here on this Continent.

According to what Father said, I believe that every member of the organization is carefully sorted from identity to mission to ensure the safety of its members. Well, it was unlike what I used to know.

My father approached me and asked if I wanted to join the Council of Assassins. But I declined.

Not because I don't want to, but because I want to act on my own will and principles. In my previous life, I had grown being someone's bullet rather than my own personal sword. At least in this world, I will do what I want, and what I wish.

I wonder though, does my siblings know about this?

...

Six months have passed since then. A new year started.

After much training, I am now a Light Red Core mage who can manipulate both wind and lightning mana at the same level. I tried to think of ways to awaken other elements, but I've had no luck so far.

A lot has happened especially in recent days.

Big Bro Ron and Roy have broke through light red stage, and Big Sis Alice broke through Dark orange stage. Not to mention that Big Bro Rock is already a Dark yellow mage who has left the house to explore the outside world.

He had some awful lot of confidence that he would become a great hunter or a heroic adventurer, But I would say he would do his best to become one...at least an A rank adventurer with his skills.

Oh Well.

Father asked me to meet him at the secret underground room at night during my sparring training today. I suppose it has something to do with the council of assassins.

And, well...already it's nighttime, and everyone else is sleeping. Mother sat downstairs watching over them as I slowly walked out and into the secret underground.

As I walked down, I noticed someone in the room with Father, staring at each other silently.

The man was wearing a mask to hide his face, and I couldn't have detected his presence without my father's training all these years. He should be an assassin, and a very strong man at that.

Father was speaking rather respectfully to that man for some reason.

I erased my presence with intense trainings with my breathing, and mana manipulation, as I had trained myself to do, and tried to overheard their conversation.

"Why did you summon me this time, Blue Blood?" The man stated emphatically.

What is Blue Blood? Is that some sort of code?

"Blue Grim, its about my youngest son, Ethan." My father spoke up.

So, that man's code name is Blue Grim, eh? What does my father have to say to him about me?

The Man gave a slight nod "Yes, I get it now. Do you think your cub has that much potential? ".

"I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I've been constantly defeated by him for the last six months!"

"What? Blue Blood, you've been defeated by an eight-year-old? are you being serious right now?"

"Well, I didn't use my full strength, but his techniques and tactics was amazing sir!"

Sighs! I should've known.