My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 747: The world of irth (part-13)

Azzy's expression remained neutral, even though he knew that Phillip had completely misunderstood the situation. The mention of Pavel was likely a mix-up. He didn't have time to explain the complexities of his mission or the true nature of his team.

Rather than correct him, Azzy chose to let the misunderstanding stand. He offered a simple reply, his voice steady. "We are here on a mission. The serial killings in this city are suspected to be linked to someone we know, and we are here to apprehend the traitor. That's all you need to know."

Phillip didn't press further, but the curiosity in his eyes remained. Azzy wasn't willing to divulge more at this point, letting the guy think whatever he wanted.

Azzy's tone turned more serious as he continued, making it clear that this wasn't just about the mission—it was about his duty to Leiza. "And as for Leiza," Azzy added, "I've made a contract with her. I will protect her until she turns eighteen and inherits her family's property. That's my duty now. So, when I say that my mission has nothing to do with you or Leiza, you must take it as it is and don't try to poke your nose in it."

The room fell silent for a moment as both men weighed the implications of those words.

Azzy finally rose from his seat, his posture firm and resolute. "Also, my friends have been decommissioned from this mission," he explained, his voice calm but carrying a sense of finality. "They will be returning to report their findings. But as for me… I'll remain here. So, from this point onward, I'll be protecting Leiza 24/7."

Phillip Nightingale's expression remained serious as he stared at Azzy, clearly not convinced by the young man's unwavering confidence. He leaned forward slightly, his voice laced with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "Are you really capable of protecting her?" he asked, the weight of his question hanging in the air. "No matter how powerful you are, you are still just one person. All it needs is one bullet from a distance to take away one's life. There are countless dangers in this world, and you can't do everything alone. At one point, you would find yourself resigning."

Azzy met his gaze, his calm demeanor unchanged. It was clear that Phillip was testing him, but Azzy wasn't intimidated.

His voice was steady and resolute as he replied, "Capability doesn't lie in one's strength. It lies in one's willpower. With willpower, even an ant can carry ten times its weight and continue gathering food. And even with all the strength in the world, a sloth spends most of its time hanging from a tree, barely moving."

Philip sat in silence, his piercing gaze never leaving Azzy. There was a flicker of contemplation in his eyes before he finally spoke again. "So, how much willpower do you really have?" His tone was probing, as if daring Azzy to prove his words.

Azzy stood up, a confident smile playing on his lips. "Why don't you watch for yourself?" he said, his voice laced with quiet determination. With that, he turned and motioned for Phillip to follow him.

Philip hesitated for a moment, but then nodded and stood. The challenge had been laid down, and he was eager to see what Azzy was truly capable of.

Azzy led him outside, walking through the grand halls and into the lush garden that lay beyond. The evening sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawns as Azzy stopped in the center of the garden.

"Order your guards to gather here," Azzy instructed. "And have them try to shoot at me."

Philip's assistant, standing nearby, shot Azzy an incredulous look. "Are you serious?" he muttered under his breath. "This guy's too arrogant."

Azzy didn't respond, his expression calm and unbothered as he waited for the guards to assemble. His mind was focused, already preparing for the challenge ahead.

Phillip, who had been watching from the sidelines, gave a nod. "Go ahead."

Soon, the guards gathered and had their attention on Azzy; their orders were to shoot him but not kill him, meaning they must not hit his vital points.

Once they were ready with the guns, Azzy made his move.

In an instant, the guards fired their weapons, aiming at his shoulders or his legs, but Azzy was already moving, his body a blur of fluid motion.

He dodged every shot with grace and precision, his feet barely touching the ground as he weaved through the attacks. Within moments, all of the guards were on the ground, groaning in pain, their weapons discarded, while Azzy remained untouched.

From the start of the battle to the end, only 32 seconds were passed. The entire force, the elite guards of the mansion were down.

He stood there, looking completely unfazed, as the guards struggled to regain their bearings.

Philip wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes wide with shock. His assistant stood in stunned silence, unable to comprehend how Azzy had done it so effortlessly

Azzy casually walked back toward the house, a smile tugging at his lips. "Good warm-up," he remarked nonchalantly, as though nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

Phillip stared at him in disbelief, still processing the scene he had just witnessed. Azzy was like nothing he had ever encountered before—an enigma wrapped in power and confidence. As the young man stepped back inside, he followed, still trying to shake off the shock.

Azzy settled into a chair; his posture relaxed as he resumed sipping his coffee. It was clear that the test had been just as much for Phillip as it had been for Azzy—he now understood just how far Azzy's willpower and abilities extended.

As the scene settled, the door to the room opened, and Leiza entered, her cheerful voice filling the space. "What happened here?" she asked, noticing her uncle's nervous demeanor and Azzy's calm, collected posture as he sipped his coffee.

Phillip quickly forced a smile, but there was a strained edge to it. "Nothing, nothing at all," he replied, his voice betraying his nervousness. "Everything's fine, just... a little test." He tried to cover it up with a chuckle, but the unease was palpable.

Leiza raised an eyebrow but didn't press the matter. Instead, she smiled and glanced at Azzy. "Well, if it's all settled, shall we go?"

Azzy nodded, setting down his coffee cup and rising from his seat. "Let's go," he said, his tone relaxed as ever.

As Leiza and Azzy prepared to leave, Phillip couldn't help but watch them with a complex mixture of emotions. His niece's safety had always been his primary concern, but with Azzy by her side, that worry seemed to dissipate.

He turned to his assistant, speaking in a quiet tone, as if to himself. "This boy… he's someone we can never afford to offend." He sighed, shaking his head in amazement. "With him by her side, I don't need to worry about Leiza anymore. And regardless of whether he's a killer or not… It would be nice if he stayed by her side for the rest of her life."

As the limousine drove off with Leiza and Azzy inside, Phillip stood at the doorway, watching them go.