Alex was currently in front of a rundown mansion. With him was a butler of his family, an old man named Robert, carrying his bag. He had successfully executed his plan. He was out of the Curran family, for now at least.

2 days ago:-

"What do you mean by that?"

His father wasn't expecting this. Alex was just a 7-year-old child.

"What I mean is, I don't want to stay at the main family anymore. Send me out to train at a branch family."

His Father furrowed his brows. He asked, "You think you can just decide that you are good enough one day and start doing this job? You need to learn the basics first. If you want, I can send you to train with your elder brothers. They will take care of you."

That won't work. There is a chance his rate of improvement would be found out.

"I don't want to disturb them. I want to train by myself, and in a branch family. That is the only way for me to continue down this path."

"Alex! Don't speak in that tone with your father!"

His mother intervened. She had heard enough. This change in his son was a pill that was too bitter for her to swallow. But what he said next made all of them become rooted in their spot.

"This place feels suffocating. Everyone here wants me to be satisfied by mediocrity."

The look in his eyes was chilling. Everyone in the room felt a chill run down their spine.

He turned towards his father and continued.

"Dear father, do you know why I had autophobia? Do you know why I came to you with my problems? Do you know why I never tried to bully him?"

He pointed towards his younger brother.

"You all thought that it was because I was immature? I wanted you all to at least give me a chance to improve. Let alone teaching me, you haven't even called me to train in the training ground for the last whole year! Do you think I don't want to be an assassin?"

His was angry, and he wanted everyone in this room to know that.

"I didn't care that my brother was better than me, I just wanted to train. I wanted to be better at what my brothers did, what my mother did, and what my father did. But you didn't even pretend to care about me, especially you, father."

He was determined to become someone that wasn't ignored by his own parents.

"I developed autophobia because I was scared that I would be thrown away for the sake of my brother. Do you think it was easy for me to see him improving in front of me when I wasn't even given a chance to do the same? I wanted to be an Assassin from the Curran family, no matter what the importance. I just wanted a chance. You could have given me confidence, but you chose to broke me. You were the reason that my previous self died. I was struggling to breathe, ready to commit suicide the first chance I was able to gather some courage. And I almost did. But then I realized that I had to pass through this test, not because you had some expectations from me, but because I didn't want to work so hard just for your acceptance. I was just a child who was born to be average in your eyes."

His father couldn't refute. Everything his son accused him of, was true. He had often talked about this to his wife and had predicted that his son wasn't even needed as an assassin in the family, mainly because he was worse than his brothers. He could be an assassin, but his father had even questioned himself about the necessity of him being an assassin in the first place.

His mother had the same thoughts. Although she was one of the top assassins in the world, she had forgotten what her son's first aspiration as a child was, to be an assassin for the family. The drama that was currently unfolding had been a wake-up call.

"I don't intend to go against the family unless the family decides to be unfair. I want to train away from here, not because of the fear of competition. You can send me to a branch filled with prodigies if you want to. But for the lack of chance. I want a chance to prove myself, which you would never give me if I stayed here. So train him as much as you want, but let me train by myself."

After saying this, he stormed out of the door and didn't look back. He knew that he had accomplished what he wanted to do. The look on the face of his parents said everything. It is time to start preparing to leave this place.

Back in his father's office, The Master and mistress of the Curran family, Ronald, and Sylvia, remained stunned for a moment. Kane was in a similar state.

After some time, when they finally managed to calm down, Ronald was fuming. He had decided to send Alex to the most dreadful branch family that the Curran's possessed, and wanted to shut up this unlawful son's bid mouth.

But as he was about to say something, Sylvia suddenly spoke.

"Let him go to my family to train."

"After what he said just now? I am not going to let this behavior go unpunished. He is going to go to Zambia, and that is final!"

"Did you just listen to a single word he said? It wasn't his fault. Even after being parents for more than a decade, we still failed in understanding our own son. He is going to go to train in my family, and that is final!"

Ronald just couldn't catch a break. It had been a long while since his wife had raised her voice, mainly because she had stopped caring about the impact of his decisions. But after she said this, he finally understood. This wasn't a small matter. He was wrong this time.

"Fine. I'll send Robert with him to ensure his safety."

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Present-day,

"Young master, we should hurry up."

Dark clouds had gathered in the sky. It was about to rain.

Alex nodded.

He went through the gate and entered the mansion.

The mansion was well lit up. It was much better on the inside, mirroring the looks of an actual mansion.

"Welcome to the Kramer family, Master Alex."

A woman in a maid costume appeared out of nowhere. Alex was frightened, but he didn't show it on his face.

After her, a bunch of maids and butlers appeared one by one, to welcome the son of the genius that their family had produced. They were all excited because they had been asked to help the young master in training by the mistress. They had been waiting for such an opportunity for a long time

"Thank you for such a warm welcome everyone. I request you to please take care of me and Robert in the future."