The Only Delicacy

Sir Charles had been known amongst the entire country as the best teacher in the high school division, despite having only 5 years of experience in his career. His personal traits, such as his dead seriousness and high efficiency in producing a lot of topnotchers under his management, had already moved the hearts of countless institutions into envy, amazement and, most of all, respect.

With such an outstanding talent and capability, it was needless to say that many schools had greatly desired and awaited to have him under their jurisdiction.

However, no matter how many times they had tried to persuade him, it was all futile. One reason would be the constant interference of the academy. Another reason would be a fact that no one ever knew or thought of.

Sir Charles was not merely a high school teacher.

He was only a teacher out of a whim, nothing special to it. But, regardless of that, what mattered to him were the benefits.

Being a teacher would make him fully merge and integrate with the normal ways of the world, to the point that he could use underhanded means to get any sort of information that had caught his attention. Staying on a well-known and secure academy was merely for safety purposes, nothing more.

Moreover, it was a hassle to change educational institutions.

However in reality, his true identity was an assassin of exceptional skill and high standing.

He was one of the very few who were highly respected throughout the entire Assassin's order. Most of all, he was the youngest individual who had gained an outstanding distinction that seemed to take a lifetime to accomplish:

The "Master Assassin."

Needless to say, this was something no one had absolutely ever imagined.

If other people had known this fact, they would be so shocked out of their wits that they would not even think of revealing a slight hint of envy. Furthermore, there was no doubt that they would abruptly halt all of their activities, which one of them was in particularly currying for his favor in order to get him on their side.

Even merely touching him was out of the question, for they never knew when their breaths could be cut off at the very next moment.

Unfortunately, since that information was highly confidential, Sir Charles had to patiently bear with their annoyance.

Three years ago, Sir Charles was called back to the Assassin's Bureau, which was the command center of the Assassin's Order or Guild, for another deadly mission again.

This Bureau was exactly that tall and entirely black building located at the center of the city. Because of how black and solid it was on all sides, no one could determine where the entrance or exit was or how the building ventilates the air within.

No one except the organization itself.

From the academy, he was already located in a desolate forest, which was several thousand meters away from the building. He stood beside an electric pole, which citizens would frequently avoid because of the fear of being electrocuted. Despite the high danger of being electrocuted, he nonchalantly touched one part of the pole and smoothly drew an invisible code through one finger.

His black-gloved finger was so fast that it had entirely vanished into thin air.

Afterwards, a nearby door immediately creaked open.

Naturally, he immediately proceeded inside the worn-down wooden house right beside the pole and went down through a secret underground passage that was not there in the first place.

After he took his first step inside the secret passage, the wooden door automatically closed and locked while the wooden and dusty floor became aligned once more, leaving no track of any changes.

As he entered the passage where literally nothing could be seen, Sir Charles walked with high precision and silence, to the point where no marks were left and no steps could be heard.

After a second of leisurely walking down and up the dark passage that was full of deadly traps hidden on every nook and corner, red light finally shone amidst the pitch-black scenery, literally blinding anyone who would dare to step further into it.

Of course, Sir Charles already closed his eyes at this exact moment and was literally unaffected. He went through that blinding light until he had finally arrived at his desired destination, which was now the entrance of the black building.

Even though he could not see, his feet stealthily moved like it had a mind of its own.

Right when he had taken his first step inside, a heavy and festering bloody scent filled his nostrils down to his entire being, as if he was not within the clean building, but a slaughter house.

Of course, he was already fully used to this disgusting scent, but being used to it did not mean he now liked it. In fact, it was the opposite.

He loathed the scent entirely.

However, despite how much he loathed this bloody scent, he kept on his usual blank expression, because this small problem was neither worth his time nor effort.

That blinding red light gradually diminished and the inside of the building was now clear to the naked eye. Through his razor sharp senses, Sir Charles accurately opened his eyes at the right timing and adjusted his eyes to the dark lighting within.

From his perspective, Sir Charles saw a vast and entirely black room that seemed to be empty.

But in reality, it was filled with all sorts of black colored doors, tables, couches, lamps, and other black interior designs.

The entire black and simple interior designs would not have been visible to the naked eye if not for the faint red lighting that emphasized the disgusting bloody scent and haunted atmosphere of the building.

If anyone other than the organization had stepped right into their territory, there was no doubt that those people would have been so frightened out of their guts that their hearts would literally stop beating, making them faint on the spot.

As he inspected the place, Sir Charles thought.

He liked the simple black interior design of the building, but he loathed the spooky and haunted atmosphere emanating around it. If he had a choice for the matter, he would have already changed the right lighting to a blue or white one ages ago.

But, he clearly had no choice for the matter, so he threw away that inconsequential thought.

In another blink of an eye, he passed through a hundred black doors that each had a pass code, climbed several long stairs that seemed to be endless, and went through hidden black corners until he was now in front of a black wall that did not have a single design to it.

Despite the long distance, he was clearly not one bit tired and looked the same as always.

He nonchalantly pressed a hidden part of the wall without even glancing at it.

At once, clear black lines could now be seen as the wall turned out of the blue.

Sir Charles nonchalantly stepped into one of the half-opened spaces and the wall immediately turned once more as it automatically guided his feet within the black room.

Right when he was inside, the lines of the wall vanished and fully merged with the black wall, leaving no possible traces around its perimeter.

From his perspective, Sir Charles saw a very vast room filled with luxurious and elegant black interior designs, such as the two L-shaped modern faux leather sofas around a small round glass table, the fancy wide U-shaped desk, and the reclining executive leather desk chair behind it.

Other accessories include the black laptop on top of the desk with a black cup of coffee on one side along with several documents with black ball pens on the other side.

However, the red lighted luxurious room had never once caught his attention.