Justin went behind his boss. He tied a white cloth around his neck and put a blue cloth over his legs.

"So the reason why there are no servants other than you in this place, is probably because of my attitude, right?" Hermes blamelessly asked, while fixing a cloth around his collar.

"Certainly. Due to your cunning and cruel habits to your servants. "Justin smiled in O-shaped mouth. "99 percent had left the mansion."

Hermes' eyes opened wide, making his butler giggled from his reaction. "Just kiddin'. It's not the real reason."

His joke made the young Don irritated and wished his servant to die in despair, who would become a meal of his own discrepancy.

"What about security?" Hermes placed his right arm beside on his plate, while the other one reached the soup not far from it.

His butler pulled the bowl, placing some portion of the soup in his plate, then, he pulled out the glass in front of him, and poured it with grape juice. He then took three steps away, lowering his head in respect.

Hermes continued to eat, maintaining the right posture in order not to draw any kind of skepticism.

"I'm afraid, you and I are the only people in this mansion. All of the guards had already leave the place last week."

"Oh," The young Don glared at him and continued, "Is it because of me? Did they leave because of their salary was not enough?" He looked at the liquid before he took a sip from his glass with sharp eyes, and placed it on the table again. "That's unfortunate then." His arms took the utensils and continued to eat the rolled meat. "Then, it's my fault, huh."

Justin averted his eyes when the young Don glared him with dismayed eyes. He wanted to speak the truth but afraid of the punishment he would receive from him. He couldn't dare and reveal the real reason because of a certain reason. However, Hermes remained staring at him so Justin made another excuse. "Well boss, its new year anyway. They might want to spare their time with their family so… " He hesitated to continue and closed his eyes in agony.

His brief story was news to his information so the young Don kept quiet to get some clues behind it. He noticed something wrong from his explanation so he kept him to answer him truthfully.

"Tell me the truth." He wiped out by his white cloth the portion of the sauce from his mouth. "It appears you're hiding something from me. "He placed his clasped arms on the table. "Avoiding eye contact with your boss, it shows an unpleasant act. For the servants who left me behind, don't they realize that their boss' life will be in imminent danger? Is their salary and room didn't satisfy their desire?" Hermes asked, seriously, while his right arm took the refilled glass of wine and drank it mannerly thereafter.

Justin clenched his fist and finally gave in.

"Forgive me, it's not like that, boss." Justin kneeled on one knee, lowering his head while his hand placed on his chest. "You paid them fairly and showed some of your genuine action too well. To tell you the truth, it was all my fault. Due to my reckless action, everything went bizarre."

"Oh," The young Don glared him with sharp eyes, placed down the glass on the table, and asked, "What kind of treatment did you give to them?"

Justin said something but the young Don didn't hear it.

"Pardon, I don't understand what you mean. Elaborate it." Hermes stopped eating and turned his face towards his position, leg crossed.

"Umm... What I said is... Last November, I heard from those morons, uh, I mean, our spies that, uh, the other organizations had been trained a lot of their personnel to produce more elite soldiers. Because of the intel I received, even though it was true or not, I made a certain and rightful move without your approval. Using our servants, I forcefully trained them for several times. I wanted to surprise you so we kept it a secret. But unfortunately, they were useless pricks and weak-minded people so they failed to comply with the requirements. So for the others to follow up, I added some training manuals to enhance their skills in rapid growth. The development progressed is a success in my opinion. However, when we're almost at the peak of victory, those morons escaped. Forgive me, Boss. Forgive me! It's my fault. You should execute me with your bare hands!" Justin excessively put Hermes' hand.

"Shut it, Justin. Release my hand from your filthy hands."

Hermes massaged his hand after he slapped Justin's arm.

"I won't kill you. But now you confess, what would happen to me then? Who will protect me from assassination attempts?" The young Don sighed. "What can we do now?"

"Don't worry, boss." Justin clenched his fist upward with delightful eyes. "It's already settled down last year. I already disposed of those visitors. The witnesses had been silent and the others already paid. I accomplished your orders perfectly fine."

'What the fuck? What have you done? I never thought this man was ruthless and evil!' - These were the words the young Don wished to tell while choking his servant to death.

Several minutes later, the mode had calm down. The young Don continued to eat his breakfast without a facedown.

"My Don, I almost forgot. It's great timing to report this news. My apprentice maid sent me a resignation letter earlier. She might already return to her home. Do you want to read her letter, I still have it."

Hermes passionately sliced the portion of Turkey's meat and glared at him, "Wait, a maid?" He, dumbfounded, stopped moving his arms and questioned his servant again. " I thought we're the only people in this mansion? Why did you babbling that now?"

"Umm, boss. Actually, she was supposedly a surprise maid for you last night as a temporary replacement. However, she decided to leave for one reason. When you kissed her on her lips in the garden, she suddenly changed. I witnessed the fabulous scene last night. You got embarrassed and explained to her that she's looked beautiful and gorgeous that you accidentally ran towards her and did that. Unfortunately, the poor apprentice cried, started to call you a pervert and molester. You just replied in anger and disappointment, 'Just leave if you don't want that.' Umm... well, that's that." Justin broked the leg part of the Turkey, and put it in his master's plate.

"What? Did I kiss her? How dis- *cough* .. Crap ... let's forget about her then." he suggested, gulped the glass until its empty and struck the meat with his fork to eat it. "Change the topic, please."

"Hmm... Men are like a beast readied to eat their prey when they see them feat to their desire, as per se. Likewise, it's absolutely part of your genes. Having the characteristics of womanizer from your father such as temptation and lust for women, you're just showing it to that girl. So, it's natural for you, the sole survivor, to do such a thing. As per your request, we'll forget about it, sir. How unfortunate, it is you and me again this year. For what I seldom pledged to you 5 years ago, I would always be with you until the last breath of my life."

The young Don, puzzled, surprised from his revelation.

"Wait, 'top right there." He removed the small portion of the oiled meat from his mouth and asked, "I'm confused. Sole survivor? That's ridiculous... Do you mean the only surviving member of the family? "He, unacceptably, disagreed and laughed. "You're revealing to me that my relatives including my siblings died.," Hermes giggled, while gulped the grape juice from his glass. When it emptied, Justin refilled his glass and replied to him with a passionate answer.

"Fufu~, boss you're so funny." He took two steps away from his distance. "Of course, you'd already know the answer. You're the only one still alive in your family. Your parents together with your elder siblings died during the war between Archnemesis and Corleon five years ago."

Hermes stunned for a meantime what Justin spouted. He was astonished in the big news. According to his memory, his parents and siblings were supposedly alive until the end of the story. Moreover, Hermes solely died in the Second Holy Mafia War. When his body buried in the cemetery, his family was exiled to the small island, living as a farmer in that place and never heard any more news.

The young Don gulped the air before speaking, like the fish his complexion on his mind.

"Yy-you're joking right?"

"How ironic." Justin placed his arm on his chin. "You're so happy that they had died back then, but now, you look someone unable to accept their death. So confusing... Well, you might already forget about it since it's almost five years when that happened. I think. Oh, I get it." He grinned and thumbed up at him. "Rest assured, my Don. They are already dead sleeping on their tomb where their fleshes might be eaten by the worms. So please, let your happiness from their death move on and live yourself in the present day. I know how you feel right now. It's already a new year. There's a big opportunity for you. Change yourself for good but stay in your current self. And sir, if you don't mind... there's an easiness inside my heart. You sound like a different person to me, but yet... Nevermind, did something happened last night? Why y' look so worried?"

The young Don, mouth agape, was unable to respond. His silence made his servant tilted his head of confusion. After a few seconds, he regained his composure and returned to his complexion as the boss.

"Umm.. " he coughs twice. "Justin, there's nothing to afraid about. I was just... uh, checking for more information since I was too exhausted last night. I almost checking if my current self was still me. Don't be bothered." Hermes replied, skipping his dangerous question.

"Oh, I see." Justin gratefully accepted his response. "The documents and papers you've signed made you exhausted, huh. I guess that's one of the reasons why you look so wary."

Hermes gulped when he heard him. This butler was so good at depicting his own accord. The only person who should be blamed for this bizarre situation was none other than he hated right now - Stump G.

He clenched his teeth and gulped the glass of grape juice, while his arm trembling. He gulped some air to calm himself. "I'm done eating. I need to go back to my room."

"Certainly. So my beloved Don, what are you going to do now then?" Justin assisted him to remove the white cloth from his neck and slowly removed the portion of scattered pieces of his food from his cheeks by his handkerchief. "I know you're scheming somethin' today. Please free to spill it out to make me spout."

"What do you mean, Justin?" he stood up from his chair after letting his butler remove the blue one.

"Well boss, you're the new Don of the Archnemesis Family. Are you going to continue your cruel works in your village?" he fixed his boss' clothes and when he made sure the sleeves were neat, he took a step and started to clean up the mess.

"Wait, a village?" the young tilted his head and thought about something related to the game setting. "Oh, the village?" he got excited about the specific place that he had known from his previous world.

"Yes, your wrecked village under your protection. You're always terrorized your territory to refill your hunger for destruction. You always send some mercs to collect the protection money to the villagers." Justin said, putting the plates and glasses in the tray one by one.

"What? I did that?" Hermes put his right arm under his chin while looking at the outside through the window. "Hmm, let me ask you something. Just... Just tell me straight in the face. If I go to that place, what might possibly happen to me?"

Justin was almost done from cleaning. Answered back.

"You're surely dying in despair if they catch you alive. There are a lot of people hate you so much. Regardless of your wealth, there are several men had been plotting to assassinate you if they had a chance for the last couple of years since you took the throne." Hermes creeped out. He never thought his life at peril. However, he had no idea how bad his records in that place.

"Seriously?" Hermes bites his lips and awkwardly leaned his back against the wall.

"Umm, yes, sir. By the way, I know it's kind of rude to ask. Why'd you become even more interested in that village and ask so many questions?" Justin offered him again a glass of grape juice.

"What?" Hermes took the glass and took a sip. And he asked with the slightly annoying tone, "Do I have no right to ask about them?"

Justin moved closer and poured his glass with the same flavor again.

"Hmmm, oh, I do. I remember that we lost our contacts to our spies in that place last week. Let me recall what should I report you right now." he put his right palm on his forehead and sighed. "My bad, let's just forget about those useless pricks. It's not worth to report yet."

"Y' killed who? Tell it to me. I want to know more information about the villagers living in that place." Hermes insisted, loudly hammered with his right hand against the wall. He totally ignored what happened to the spy and got his attention to his village. Justin gave in and lowered his head in apology. "Now, proceed."

"But why'd you ask about those filthy commoners. Do you have some business to take care with them? Do you want to spread your name to your inferior kins today? We can order and call your mercenaries to raid the place anyway. Anytime soon. No ASAP. Just say the word." Justin pampered.

Justin was right. Why did he want to know about them all? Why he was so interested in the place? It was not a simple location to take action for him. It was the favorite segment for his character though. But for Aljen, the village was very important for every protagonist of the game. It was not because the place was the last village to take care of, but it was an important piece to turn aside from his obligation as the last heir. If the location still existed then, he had to make sure to check it. However, he had no idea which part of the story he should choose first. From the beginning of the game until its ending was really stunning and surprising. And the village was one of them which'll give the players an unending difficulties in life.

When thinking about the events and the side quests were really giving him bad vibes. Especially, it was the place he would surely gulp down to his death flag.

He gulped the juice until its empty, stepped forward to the table, and placed the empty glass on the table. And he said at ease, "You see, I just thought about this last night. I already put this inside my mind. I think it is the right time to stop messing those morons. Playing around with them made me puke because of their disgusting scream of pain and suffering. I guess we can call it off. Period."

"What, sir?" Justin, surprised, tilted his head. "Sir, we have had the mercenaries ready to strike them down for good though."

"Then, void our contract with the employer."

Justin opened his eyes widely, covered his mouth in discontentedness.

"Boss, if you do that, how would they be able to show your cruelness on this island? Sir, what just really happened during last eve? Are you still yourself?"

"Yep, I am still me." He placed his arm on his chest with dignity. "Hermes Archnemesis."

The atmosphere froze as his butler glared him in dismay. Hermes, surprised, gulped his saliva out of fear. Justin' eyes turned red, while his whole body covered with dark shallowed aura.

"Did someone sneak around in your room and used some powerful tier magic to manipulate your mind?" He moved three steps forward to his master.

The young Don, moved two steps away, replied, "Justin, calm down."

"That's not what I want to hear. Did someone sneak around in your room and used some powerful tier magic to manipulate your mind, my Don?"

Hermes took an act of courage, and replied again, "No. So, calm down."

"I knew it." Justin's word made Hermes clueless and tilted his head of confusing. "That's not what my beloved Don would reply! Don't worry, I'll find the culprit right now." He covered himself with his shadow and cast his magic spell [Agenda] to search the area within their place.

"I told you, It's me. I'm still me. Your boss!"

The dispirited Justin returned after several hours of searching. He clicked his tongue in his failure to find anyone within the place. Hermes ordered him to sit down and listened to him first thereafter.

"But boss? Are you seriously want to do it? Are you really still sane? In your tone and how you interact with me, it is too different from before. If it was not because of elixir or manipulating skill, what could be the reason for that change then?"

"Umm... you may think of this insane, but I doubt I can still continue to live like this. I ain't going to stick around like a fool that'll still mess those villagers until my death. That's not cool. In other words, boring. I started to think of stopping my wrongdoings too and started a new life as a teenager so true. I want a peaceful life. Isn't that good for me, right?"

"But... but... I'm so confused. Last night, you told me you would conquer the whole Italia. Showing your plan to scheme, you're almost on the verge of your world. One of your main objectives was to take vengeance to the Corleon family and eradicate the hostile families in this nation. And now, you're saying the opposite." Justin said, slowly stepping away from Hermes in worrisome. "The first step was to play around with your village. I want a normal teenage life."

"How nuisance," The young Don muttered. His servant was saying nonsensical words so he asked him to go near him to give him a flick.

"Well sometimes, people changed their ideas for good, right? You just told me to forget the past and move on. Now, you're telling me to stop?" he sighed while eating the apple he picked up from the basket.

"Hmm, you got a point. But sir, can you specify to me your word 'teenage life'? Are you trying to say that you'll stop following the family tradition? Are you going to leave it be?" Justin asked, looking confused about his strange behavior.

Hermes got an idea from the beginning of their conversation. Now the setting had been reversed from the beginning, he might possible to change his fate. Inside his mindset, this might be a chance to end this. "I can end my mafia life... for good," he muttered.

Justin was astonished. He dropped the tray in his hands, breaking the plates and portion of beverages.

"Forgive me, sir. What just I hear now? Pardon me." Justin picked up the tray again.

"I want to live as an ordinary teenager. A normal citizen with pure intention where I contribute to the society with goodwill. That's what I want to happen. That's what I mean as teenage life."

"In other words, you're planning to end your status as the Don of this crime family?" Justin placed his heart and readied himself to his unveiling response. But his mind blew as Hermes feel uplifted.

"But... But why? For what reason?" Justin explicitly asked.

"Let me explain it to you very simple. I give you three reasons. First, right now we don't have enough servants in this mansion. Who will clean the entire mansion then? Second, the security had decreased and we're almost in imminent danger to protect the place. If the assassins have several mages in their group who will protect me from their arms? Lastly, we might have money to hire more mercs but I want some trusted men to do the dirty work. So why should I continue the organization anyway?" Hermes explained, tapping the table with his finger.

Justin started to tremble with disbelief. He sincerely asked, "Boss, do you have a sick? Do you need some medicines to take? Your convincing words sounded like a person who wanted to disband the whole organization for good. You're kidding right?"

"Of course.... not. I'm not jokin' around." Hermes Archnemesis and as Aljen Mura knew his future. If he decided to disband the whole organization, he could prevent his death flag from the hands of the protagonist, Arata Kingsman. Especially, there were no people he could trust in his domain except Justin. He concluded to change his fate by moving in different route against the plot of the game story. His serious expression made Justin noticed he was utterly serious about his decision. Covering his mouth in severe depression, he couldn't help but shake his shoulder to awake him.

"Stop it, Justin. Doing the right thing is good. Well, I'm still a kid you know." Hermes pushed him away, sitting in his chair again like a boss. "Leave me be."

"But.. but. I can overlook the progress of your scheme to the village by stopping your play against them. But if you resign as the Don and disband the organization, how could I possibly face your parent's grave? I promised to them that I would make you; the best Boss not merely in Scily but the whole world. One of the most powerful, influential, successful, extremely ruthless, extremely dangerous and universally feared."

"Well as of today, I choose to live peacefully. It was my decision from the beginning and you don't have any right to defy my wish."

"Y-yes, sir." Justin wiped his tears from his eyes and kneeled in despair. "No... It can't be."

Hermes smirked as he looked above the ceiling painted by beautiful angels of death. One had a scythe in his hands and the other had a spear near to the opposed person. He had finally taken the step for living as a mob in this world without taking the route of being a villain. He had now the lead to become a normal teenager.

After a few hours, Hermes was walking in his garden. Looking around the place, he saw the beautiful and fabulous set of white roses in the place. He felt relaxed and refreshed as he took a breath. In the middle, there was a huge fountain where a statue of a cupid positioned. He sat in the layer to rest his feet.

"Now what?" he said, looking at the water. Hermes realized he won't be able to return to his original world. But he hadn't lost his hope that one day he will go back. Now he told Justin his plan of disbandment of the organization, what would he do next? He didn't expect to become the boss of an organization where his men and servants already resigned themselves. He wished to follow the same route of the game however, there might be a chance that it would trigger his death flag. He sighed and faced the clear and blue sky.

He remembered the 'village' he heard from Justin. He concluded if the villagers learned the disbandment of his organization, the people who hate him and plotted to kill him will initiate their plan. They would surely do anything in their power to kill him because they knew he didn't have anyone to protect his life against them. There might be a chance that it could trigger an instant death flag where he will be executed in front of the citizens. Or worse, he would be hanging naked in the public.

His face covered with his sweat as he imagined the worst-case scenarios. The villagers might know his true appearance if he tried to sneak through their port; the port was the only route to the next site where the mainland is located.

"I should probably fix the problem with the villagers before I disband the organization for good." He muttered as he touched the water. He closed his fist tightly and made his predicament. "My bad records must perish in that place or else I won't be able to get through in their port. They will surely treat me well if I do that, maybe. But.. this Hermes I possess had already committed a lot of crime in that place. Oh man," he scratched his hair. "Why did you, Hermes, make such a thing like that?" He stomped the ground twice and folded his arms thereafter. "Well whatever, I will fix this problem you made, Hermes Archnemesis." As of today, he pledged to do anything he can to step by step stop his death in the future. His plan had been started; ending his mafia life to prevent his destiny.