The sunlight passed through the window, enlightening every sector in a row, and gave a pleasant glance to the eyes of children glowing sight. When the engine started, Troy, astounded, lose his balance when the vehicle moved. His back caught Hermes, assisted the young boy to stand up and gently carried his tiny body on his soft seat. The young Don, angrily, asked him to be careful about his driving. There were two children in the wheel so he must be more careful. Justin obediently followed his boss' will. The young Don used his handkerchief to clean their faces acting like an elder brother to his siblings. If he was in the same world, will the legal authorities like police, FBI and other executive branches from his world arrest him for doing this part? He thanked his luck didn't depart. All he wanted to show them hospitality and sincerity since they would become his subject; to help him destroyed the hatred of the villagers. The innocence of children will trump their hearts and convinced them to forget the past. According to his books, cute was when a person's personality shone through their looks. Like in the way they walked, every time you saw them you just wanted to run up and hug them. Cuteness shall prevail over the damn.

But the question is, will he succeed?

After all, the young Don didn't know exactly what should he tell to the people thereafter. Would he risk his life to reveal himself or just play a role and become someone else to help oneself? All the plausible execution appeared in his mind such as hanging in the public, shoot by the firing squad and et. at all. He hoped that his work according to his plan and those final moments won't happen as much as he can. In this world, even there's no FBI exist, some villagers won't tolerate and become more aggressive to a stranger. They would think he kidnapped and brainwashed their minds. Such tactics existed yet he knew it was very ineffective thereof unspecified. But regardless thereafter, he wanted to clear his records for his ambition; to end his mafia life.

He must follow the flow for now.

The dust and mud from their faces had removed; the wound from his head finally healed. The power of cuteness shone so brightly, blinding his sight slightly. But he tried to resist, remained calm but he couldn't desist. Hence, biting his lips was the last option to prevent himself to make a motion; hugging the twins as tighter as embracing a body pillow.

"Too cute." But his hands almost reached its limits hence, he head bumped himself like a dimwit. The twins rushed his side in worry. Hermes finally returned to his senses yet his mind was still blurry. The children gave him a wryly smile that him awe. Behind his mask, a small portion of blood was dripping from his lips when they held his hands. This powerful smile hit the young Don in glamorizing.

In the end, his limits have overtaken, quickly embraced them, puffed cheeks rubbed up against one by one with pure lust. The twins nonetheless gave way until he satisfied with trust.

Time passed. The young Don had survived from the powerful bomb, finally calm.

In his right side was July Camelia, had a short lime hair and wore blue clothes with a long skirt whilst in his left side, the greenish curve hair wearing a light brown peasant suit, was Troy Camelia.

"Is this truly your first time in a car, July, Troy?" Hermes asked, changing the turn of his left leg over the right, closed hands over the knee and calmly watching the twins.

"Yes, yes, yes. This is my first time, sir."

"Yeah, this is my first time too like my twin sister, sir," the twins nodded thrice in unison.

"Please, don't call me sir. How about calling me elder brother?"

"Elder brother!" a powerful innocent sight gave the young Don a heart attack. But he remained calm and kept his facade intact.

Oh man, these kids…. are so cute! Calling me, elder brother instead mister, how amusing. I want siblings like them. Hermes thought. Although he was grateful and showed kindness to his guest, Justin was worried in depress. He bit his lips lest his cursed to the kids won't hear his words. Yet, he stopped because the young Don enjoying it the most. His boss reminds him to go in the flow. That order must obediently follow and engrossed.

July had sighted the wall of their village, pointing her finger outside. Hermes, Justin, and the twin brother were grateful finally reach the place from their side. But the silence of joy interrupted when a bullet hit the hood passed through the front glass, creating a small circular spot and wheel lose control. Hermes quickly embraced the twins by his body whilst his butler gained control and forcibly stepped the gas, hiding the vehicle behind the huge tree covered by bushes of grass.

Justin held out his sword, moved out the vehicle, searching for the shooter. He clicked his tongue when he couldn't feel the presence. He quickly checked his boss, who was still covering the twins and heaved when he was fine.

"Boss, are you alright?" the butler opened the door, checked the young Don's condition.

"I'm alright. What about you, kids?" Hermes patted the children's head to ease their shock.

"I'm alright."

"Me either."

The young Don felt relief about their reply with a wryly smile, but he couldn't leave the man unwelcome shot their car unpunished. Justin, his butler, was the only person he can rely on.

"Justin, what was that? Who tried to shoot us? What could be the reason?" the young Don asked, angrily.

"I don't know, boss. The shooter just shot us surprisingly. But it can be a hitman or a bandit." Justin replied, rolling his eyes in all direction to check the area.

"Can you use your [Agenda] to find him?"

"Unfortunately, I can't... Forgive me, sir. Alternatively, they might know your identity. But it was just my speculation. Then, what is your order, sir?"

"What? It can't be. How could they possibly recognized me?" the young Don bite his thumb in surprise, unable to respond.

"What are you talking about, elder brother?" July asked, worrying.

"Aah nothing, little July." Hermes looked at her. He slowly clapped his cheeks and the twins, confused, faced one another. The young Don patted their head to lessen their worries. "Thanks, you're a big help. Cuteness cure depression and uneasiness."

"????" the twins, confused, replied a simple smile instead.

The young Don closed his eyes for a moment, clearing his qualm. As an adult inside a teenager, he must remain calm. He must act like one since he had lived for such a long time from his past life. Calculating and strategizing the difficult situation rather than waiting your petty soul go to afterlife gave courage the young Don. He thanked the books he read earlier, making himself to become merrier.

"Find that shooter, Justin," said Hermes, standing from his feet and jumped out the car. "Y'know your objective. Don't worry about me as I can protect myself alone. I'll be alright."

"But... As you wish, boss." Justin politely bowed his head.

"Justin," his butler turned around and faced him.

"What is it, boss?"

"Don't kill the shooter. I want him alive. Also, if ever by-chance he has allies within this area, please do the same. I'll give you permission. You may hurt them a bit but please don't overboard, okay. Understand?" the young Don ordered.

"I will," the butler answered venerably and disappeared in one blink.

The young Don picked up the Tommy gun he used earlier against the demon beast. He asked the children to stay inside the vehicle but he sensed something odd from his east. A man wore a grassy-camouflaged cloak, carrying a rifle appeared from the bushes, shooting Hermes on sight. The twins covered their ears, closing their eyes in tears and embraced each other in severe fear. But the young Don quickly dodged the bullets and ran away from the vehicle through his right. He must prioritize their safety. The man followed him and began to change his magazine and restarted his shooting to the young Don.

The young Don returned fire, hide when the shooter counterattack. His face, coated by dust, reloaded his gun as the shooter consecutively shot his cover. But Hermes didn't step aback instead he returned fired and grazed the shooter from its sleeve. The shooter angered, fired until his magazines emptied; the young Don's hiding spot cracked and split into two as fast as a boiled egg. A large smoke sprouted from the scene and the shooter changed his magazine.

He then checked the location of Hermes and when the smoke disappeared, his feet had stopped to move. the shooter's face dropped a sweat, raising his hand up the air. On his right, a barrel pointed near his hair. An eye of a tiger appeared from smoke dust, pointing his submachine gun to the shooter in a cloak.

"Drop it. If you want to live much longer~."

The shooter threw his weapon from a distance and faced the person, raising his arm.

"Who are you? Are you the person who shot us earlier?"

The shooter didn't answer his first question but the second replied in decline.

"Oh, then why do you want to kill us?" the young Don asked, pulling the trigger slightly to scare him a bit.

"None of your business, intruder." the shooter spit, unsightly.

"Ooh," Hermes grabbed the middle part of his gun and in one strike of its toughest part directly to the shooter's head, knocking him down so badly. "Then, there's no need. The watchdog must leave behind. Stay there before your owner searches you and kindly kiss the ground you spit, it's making me feel sick, you prick. You're just wasting my time. If you don't mind, may I take this as my memento." He removed his clothes and left the unconscious man naked.

As Hermes examined the outfit, he finally knew the men trying to kill them. But he needed proof to prove his hypothesis was correct. He knew two subjects that could help him to uncover their unwelcome approach. So much bother to think when he compared this kind of event in a way, whereas he was searching for the best pesticide to kill a cockroach.

A few minutes later, the young Don returned to the vehicle to check the children, carrying the cloak over his shoulder. They quickly embraced him when they opened their eyes.

"Kids, do you mind if I ask you for this? Do you recognized —"

"— Elder brother, I think I recognized that" Troy quickly replied, raising his hand so high.

"Elder brother, I also knew it too," July said, tapping his sleeves.

"Oh, you know who was behind this then? Tell me." the young Don carefully listened to the twins and after a few minutes, his eyes opened wide. "Oh shit, we need to move. C'mon, kids!"

Meanwhile, Justin ran towards the grasslands and searched for the culprit. The person who caused harm to his beloved boss.

"Where are you, you doughebag. Where could you be hiding?" he murmured.

The culprit found Justin and tried to shoot him down. However, Justin dodged it in unpredictable speed, the range of the bullets made him clearly spotted the shooter's presence. He found him, camouflaged with a green grassy cloak, in the bushes who was laying down while carrying its sniper rifle, reloading for the second round.

Thereafter, the sniper began to shoot, targetting his head but when he spotted his face, he felt creeped out. He found him in the open field smiling in delight. He got chilled on his spine, sweating and shaking a lot from head to toe at peril when he saw him so might. When he almost pulled out the trigger, Justin disappeared in his scope. The shooter quickly tried to search for him and drew out his radio, calling for reinforcement. However, his radio dropped in his hand and his body had been paralyzed when someone used both of his knees to put him down. Near his throat was slightly bleeding from the hands of the black butler. He couldn't turn his head and knew it was the person he was shooting earlier. If he made a move, he would surely die instantly.

"You lowly lifeform, trying to kill my boss on his trip to the village. Do you have any last words, hitman?" Justin slowly rolled his pointing finger to the shooter's throat, a small portion of blood dripped out.

The shooter sweated in fear, realizing the person he was facing was a monster.

"W-who are you then? Why do you guys want to go to our village?" the shooter asked.

"Hoo, you dare to return a question? I was the one who must be answered and not you. Oh well, you're going to die anyway so what's the good reason to answer it." the butler raised his right hand, readied to slice his neck in quick execution.

"W-w-wait!"

"No wait for the killer's death flag. " he stopped for a second, smiling, "Goodbye," Justin took a deep breath, pulled up his right hand once again to add another force to behead the shooter. However, another gunshot interrupted his execution, jumping away from his victim.

"Another one? Oh my, this gets interesting." Justin said, getting excited and hyped in the field.

The shooter ran towards the group of people armed with rifles, aiming at Justin. In the middle, a man around forty-five years old, brown-haired and wore a brown jacket and green shirt. Gray pants and black safety shoes.

"Are you alright, Ubert?"

"Yes, Chief Zamor. I was almost gonna lose my head back there. Thanks for saving my ass from that monster. He looked like a normal human but his eyes were like a demon beast readied to kill his prey." Ubert said, wiping out his sweat from his face and rubbed his neck to ease the pain.

"Ooh, I didn't expect for you to call one person a monster," tapping Ubert's right shoulder, "If you compare him like those demon beasts then we need to eliminate him before he reaches the village. Men, shoot that man down!"

"Yes, sir!" Five men replied in unison, shooting Justin in his position.

On the other hand, Justin ran faster than he could while dodging the bullets coming from their rifles. He smirked while his eyes had a thirst of blood. He looked happy whenever the bullets were almost one inch in his body.

"This guy is too fast! My bullets can't hit him!"

"I couldn't hit him. I will lose a lot of magazines if he keeps it that way!"

"He is coming over here. Kill him before he reaches... us!"

"Stay on sight, everyone. Don't be afraid. We've outnumbered him." Chief Zamor ordered, making his men to not lose confidence.

His men tried their best to shoot him down however, Justin just dodging it like he was dancing in the middle of bunches of bullets. He disappeared when all of them reloaded. Justin disappeared in their sight and searched for him.

"Where is he?"

"Hello there." Justin greeted in front of the red one.

"Aaaaah!"

The red one knocked out by one sliced of his hand behind his neck.

"Shoot him down!"

"Hello too," Justin knocked him by an uppercut.

"Guwaah!"

One by one the other three were knocked down by his hands. Chief Zamor and Ubert were surprised how he easily made them fall in the ground.

"This is bad if this goes on. The entire village will be in danger. Ubert, warn the council, right now."

"Yes, Chief!" Ubert ran towards the village however, he was stripped when Justin threw a rock hitting his left leg. He rolled down and held his leg where it was hit.

"Gaaaaah, my leg! My leg. Oh God, it hurt!" Ubert yelled.

"Damn it," Chief Zamor readied his rifle and aimed it to Justin.

"Ooh, last one. I assumed you're the leader of these useless dogs." Justin said, destroying the rifle he held by bending it tightly by his hands.

"Yeah, I'm the leader of the people you hurt. May I know your name, stranger?" Chief Zamor asked, readied his rifle to fire.

"Well, you don't have any rights to know my name."

"What?"

"If you're the leader then I have no choice to eliminate you then. I'm sorry about this, I have to do this to protect my boss. I believe in this world if the leader died then the whole group will collapse. How unfortunate to see like you in despair but it is a pleasure to play with your toys like this. Goodbye." Justin said, disappeared in his scope.

"Stop!" A familiar voice made Justin stop. Justin was in an inch in the person's throat. Almost a strain of blood flowed over from his skin. He loses his grip to his rifle and fell down in the ground.

"Oh my, you're lucky," Justin spoke, standing still while maintaining his posture whilst Chief Zamor paralyzed because his throat was bleeding in his hand.

Hermes and the siblings ran towards them. Chief Zamor looked surprised.

"Papa!"

"Papa, papa, papa!"

"July, Troy, oh my God. Thank goodness you're okay." the chief cried, watching the kids from afar.

"Nobody move!" Justin warned.

The twins stopped running towards their father.

"Kids, do you know this man?" Justin asked.

"Yes, Mr. Justin. He is our father. Please, we beg you to spare his life." July begged, shaking her body because of fear.

"Please, we beg you. He is the only one we have. Please spare him, please Mr. Justin," the twin brother, Troy, kneeled down, laying his upper body to be heard.

"Justin. You hear the kids. Put down your hand. Release that man right now." Hermes ordered, moving closer to him.

"But…," he stared at Zamor's eyes seriously.

"I knew... they tried to shoot us but put it aside for good. I know you're doing your job as my butler but don't take that innocent one. Let that man's life spare. This is not a request, it's an order, Justin." Hermes slowly walked near to Justin and put his hand away from the Chief's neck.

"As you wish, boss." Justin took a step and lowered his head to bow down. His bloodlust from his iris disappeared and back to normal.

Hermes let out a sigh of relief. The twins immediately ran towards their father and cried out loud.

"Father, thank goodness you're alive," Troy said, a river of tears coming out from her eyes.

"Father…," July couldn't speak more because of a mixture of fear and happiness. Her nose was covered with tears and sneeze.

"Justin." Hermes turned his half side of his face at him.

"Yes, boss." Justin who still lowered his face.

"Never killed anyone in this village without my permission. I want absolute obedience from you. Do you understand?" the young Don seriously asked with killing intent, making his butler be contented. His butler saw to his boss' iris the madness and pure evil, engrossing his peril.

"As you wish, boss. Your orders are absolute. I will show you my loyalty and move according to your will." the butler lowered his head, putting his right hand over his left chest in respect.

"Good, keep it that way. But," he turned around making Justin thought he was gonna punished him. He gratefully kneeled on one knee, readying himself to accept his punishment in honor. But a tapped in his right shoulder was bound on his body.

"Thank you for that time." the young Don's eyes gracefully glowed. Hermes knew during the surprising shot, the moment the bullet bounced back from the hood, Justin grabbed the bullets by his right hand before it could hit him. He was grateful for saving his life back then. He thought his butler would act in a normal gratitude, however, it was the opposite. The Butler became delusional where his boss, wore his Don suit including his mask in pure evil, was trying to scare him. He thought he was ungrateful for unable to subjugate the people around them. Justin, lowered his head, was pleased to hear some sadistic compliment. Hermes noticed his servant's face imagining something unpleasant about him. He felt creeped out so he left him behind.

"You're welcome, boss," Justin replied with honor. The young Don turned his eyes and smiled at him. "I'll make sure to kill them all before you arrive."

Hermes was confused and he quickly replied.

"Huh? I know you're doing it for me. I thank you for that. But please be careful not to do such a thing again." The young Don continued to walk away from his butler, putting his hands in his pockets from his pants.

Justin's eyes sparked in honor as he glimpsed the darkness behind his boss. The pure evil of shadows engulfed the whole body of Hermes whereupon everyone was on the verge of peril, but it was his own delusion and imagination. His body shivered with extreme happiness, witnessing such an honorable fearless. He delusional his boss had shown his cruelness by enslaving humanity. He pledged to follow his plan till his boss finally commence his scheme that was not Hermes really mean.