"SHALL WE TRY COUNTING THE NUMBERS?"
Warning first :
- This Fanfict is BL story, some of the chapter not focused on that genre, but the purpose of the chapter is building the romantic relationship of some character.
- I WILL STATE THE PAIRING FOCUS each chapter. But thats not mean the chapter is only has the pairing.
- Regulus (and everyone) who younger will be 18 Y.O when this story started. There will be big age gap for some of the pairing. Dont like, dont read.
- ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I'm sorry if some of the word is awkward, i will try to write better.
- Don't forget to leave comment, i know this fandom is kinda dead by now but i still want appreciating the story Teshirogi-sensei write.
Chapter 1 - The Wheel of Fate Begins to Turn
Do you know what lucid dreaming is?
Lucid dreaming is a phenomenon where all senses are convinced that what is happening is a dream. And right now, that's what's happening to me. Everything looks shattered, the only thing intact is the moonlight shining through the window. I don't know where this is, but my body moves on its own, performing movements impossible for a human to do.
I am in a battle, facing a young child clad in golden armor. My body aches all over, blood flowing and numerous bruises and scrapes from rough contact. I can feel all the pain, yet strangely my adrenaline is pumping. I am addicted to this stimulation; all the pain I feel is outweighed by how exhilarating our fight is.
The golden radiance exudes nobility, making my eyes squint unable to stare. A strong desire for justice within the body of a man who appears much younger.
He shines so brightly, this battle is a noble one. Once again, I feel addicted to every strike and wound I create for this youth.
The child continues to launch his attacks bravely. Each of his hand movements filled with grace and skill unbefitting his young age. Nonetheless, I remain superior.
With one sudden move, I manage to incapacitate my young opponent. He falls to the ground gasping for breath, yet his eyes still emit unwavering spirit. I feel strange, as if there's a force orchestrating all of this, and I'm just a player in a larger game.
Suddenly, the moonlight that was once so bright fades away abruptly. Everything around me begins to blur and spin, as if space and time itself are swaying in my lucid dream. I feel as though I'm being pulled out of this experience.
And my eyes open, revealing the white of the bedroom ceiling. I'm back, awakened from the dream.
Rhadamantys was a man of great discipline; amidst all his busy schedule, he never missed his recommended sleep hours. Nevertheless, his face looked pale, clearly reflected in the mirror he stared into while splashing water on his face. The mirror bore silent witness to the absence of any freshness from his face, which was often deemed eerie.
Water droplets seemed to flow down his face, for some unknown reason, before he reached for his towel to dry his face. With his face still has the wetness, he gazed into the mirror. "A very bad dream to start the day," he thought.
This was the umpteenth time Rhadamantys had the same dream, although the events never repeated. The setting was always the same: an old, dilapidated building. A cold night, and he was always wearing black armor. Initially, he thought it was unimportant, but as the dreams recurred, he became suspicious that something else was happening to him.
"Should I visit a doctor?" he pondered as he gargled to finish cleaning his mouth, only then drying his face again with a small towel. Did he have the time? Walking back to his bedroom, he grabbed his phone to check his schedule on the calendar.
That was his intention, but seeing the multitude of unread notifications—50 notifications ranging from text messages to missed calls—not just from one person, but a single name stood out, making Rhadamantys uneasy.
Pandora.
The last call had been about 15 minutes ago, right when he went to the bathroom. Rhadamantys immediately dialed the number displayed. There were two rings before the call connected, but there was no sound at all.
Silence, for several seconds. Rhadamantys knew what it meant; the person he was calling was very angry now.
"I just came from the bathroom," Rhadamantys began the conversation, offering an explanation because he knew what was considered wrong by the person on the other end.
"Never mind. I've been waiting long enough. I'm not the one who has to cater to all your needs, Rhad," Pandora said firmly, displaying her disappointment.
Rhadamantys tried to explain, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting. It was unintentional."
"You're always unintentional, aren't you?" Pandora interrupted, her voice still filled with dissatisfaction.
Whatever he said, Rhadamantys wouldn't win. His fault was indeed not replying to Pandora's messages – his girlfriend. However, it contradicted with what he did; if he knew Pandora would be angry, why did he silence his phone from all notifications? It meant he knew Pandora's anger wouldn't mean much; he had known Pandora well enough during their 3-year relationship.
"Okay, what do I need to do for you to forgive me?" He didn't want to beat around the bush; Rhadamantys was not someone who liked to sweet-talk just to please his girlfriend, and Pandora knew that.
"Accompany me for a walk this afternoon," she replied.
Rhadamantys switched the setting on his phone to loudspeaker mode. He then placed it in the drawer near his wardrobe. Opening the wardrobe to find a shirt to wear, he said, "If this afternoon doesn't work, I have a meeting with a client at the office. How about tonight?" as he put on a white shirt over his muscular frame.
"Evening," it didn't take long for Pandora to reply.
"Okay, evening. I'll make a dinner reservation too." He grabbed a suit before closing the wardrobe and returning to the desk where his phone lay.
"That's my man, deal," Pandora said with a happy tone, almost no trace of the annoyance from their conversation a few minutes ago.
Rhadamantys smiled; Pandora's actions always made him fond of her. Quick to anger, yet also quick to happiness. Despite Pandora's flaws, which could be justified by her strengths, the most important thing was that they had known each other for a long time, and that made Rhadamantys not have to worry about learning Pandora's habits while they were dating.
Their conversation continued until Rhadamantys had to end the call. As Rhadamantys had told Pandora, he had to go to the office for an important matter. This included notifications from sources other than Pandora that he had briefly read before getting ready to leave his apartment.
From: Minos HOLLYFUCK DUDE. YOU KNOW WHO'S OUR CLIENT IS? IT'S IT'S...
He knew there was more to the notification, and he could see the full message if he tapped on it. However, this was Minos; his brother liked to exaggerate things a lot. Rhadamantys didn't feel the need to waste time reading it; he would find out when he got to the office.
Driving his car, he finally arrived at the office. It was a large three-story building located in the busiest area of the city they lived in. There was a history of why his boss had chosen this building as their office. Parking his car in the basement, Rhadamantys then took the elevator to the first floor. And as he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes finally met a familiar figure.
Aiacos.
The long-haired man waved as they faced each other. Aiacos was known for his thick hair – though not as thick as Minos' and their boss's. Nevertheless, Aiacos might have felt that he should at least look presentable this time, as evidenced by how he tied his hair back.
"Has Minos arrived?" Rhadamantys asked to confirm.
"He has, surprising, isn't it?" Aiacos shrugged. They were both surprised. Minos, the man they knew as the most laid-back person in the office, arrived first. Honestly, if it weren't for their three-way connection with the boss, Minos wouldn't last long in the office. It didn't mean Minos lacked intelligence. Among the three of them, Minos was the smartest, coupled with his social skills. Regardless, he would still endure even without following any company rules. "I brought an umbrella just in case there's a storm because of Minos' antics," Aiacos joked.
Rhadamantys started to think about why Minos could be so excited, recalling the message notification from him. Rhadamantys took out his phone from his pocket. "He sent me a message this morning, but I haven't read it yet. Seems to be about our client information." He finally unlocked his phone, opening the messaging app to read what Minos had sent. Aiacos, who was also curious, leaned in a bit and read the text on the screen.
The gaze of Rhadamantys and Aiacos widened immediately as they locked eyes.
"No wonder," they both thought.
It was nearing the meeting time. Aiacos and Rhadamantys took the elevator to go up, to the top floor, more precisely, to the director's office. It could be said that their director was quite eccentric, turning the entire third floor into his private office. Each room there was dedicated solely for the director's use, whether for business purposes or personal matters. But what could they protest about? They worked here, and the director's command was absolute.
As they stepped out of the elevator, Aiacos noticed that there were new sculptures and paintings displayed in the lobby. This meant the director had spent company money under the guise of office operations. Aiacos reminded himself to stop by the accounting division to check the office finances once again.
They arrived at the grand double doors. It was evident that their director liked unique items with a theme from the past. These grand doors were intricately carved, depicting the beauty and elegance of the classical era. Every carving on the old wooden door told a story of deep history and mystery.
It should be noted that this was a modern three-story office building. How could such a door exist here? Certainly, it was no doubt due to the considerable amount of money spent.
Rhadamantys knocked on the door, and it swung open, emitting the characteristic creak reminiscent of movies and games set in medieval times. Despite the classical accents, inside was simply a luxurious office space with several items predominantly made of wood, yet exuding a modern and lavish feel.
Before them stood a large desk with someone seated behind it. Striking long black hair gleamed under the lamplight. Even from afar, one could sense an unusual aura, as if the eyes were inevitably drawn to the master. For those unfamiliar, this man appeared like a masterpiece crafted by God; for those who knew him, he seemed like the God of Death ready to cast anyone he disliked into Hell.
Hades.
Whether it was his real name or not remained unknown. Suddenly, this man emerged and dominated all the business dealings behind the scenes. Only this year, the man who always hid behind shadows and evaded the law established a white-collar company under the guise of a law firm.
Inferno.
The office where Rhadamantys, Aiacos, and Minos worked now belonged to Inferno, a private legal company with three branches. Minos managed the Legal branch, Rhadamantys oversaw the Private Security branch, and Aiacos handled the Financial Consultancy branch. Meanwhile, the top seat was held by Hades, along with two other board members. Despite being only five years in the bussiness, they had already made a name for themselves among legal entities in the country.
Rhadamantys and Aiacos walked over as they saw Minos standing in front of Hades. Minos, who had arrived first, just smiled.
"Don't you know this is going to be an important meeting? Why are you both late?" His smile clearly held a hint of mockery. Aiacos showed a crease of annoyance, although they were not late. Moreover, Minos was usually the least diligent of the three of them. However, Rhadamantys remained silent and indifferent; there was no point in responding to Minos' mocking laughter.
"About our client this time, is it true?" Rhadamantys asked first, wanting to confirm once again with Hades, who still sat with authority before them.
Hades simply nodded, his posture relaxed as he leaned back in his chair, indicating that he held power over all of them present. Hades understood Rhadamantys' skepticism; the name that had emerged was one that was entirely opposite - even considered an enemy - of what Hades aimed to achieve.
Rhadamantys and Aiacos exchanged glances; it wasn't Hades' nature to accept work from someone who was an enemy. Hades seemed to understand what was on their minds—except for Minos, Minos seemed to be the happiest person about this decision.
"The world has changed," Hades continued, a final smile on his imposing yet slightly softened face. "And we must be prepared for that change, hence why this important task can only be entrusted to you three."
"Besides, those who come to us first. Isn't that the highest form of honor? They seem desperate," he chuckled with a hint of the usual sinister accent, making the three of them understand that the Hades before them was as he should be. Not under threat or hypnotized. It made them all sure that this job was purely at Hades' own will.
As the four of them continued their discussion, the intercom on Hades' desk lit up. A woman's voice, Hades' secretary, informed them that their meeting guests had arrived. The announcement honestly made Rhadamantys, Aiacos, and Minos nervous.
Who would they be meeting with?
The room was quiet, with only the sound of teacups being prepared by Hades' secretary, placed on the table in front of the two who were already seated. The sofa on the right was occupied by Rhadamantys, Aiacos, and Minos. Hades himself sat on the single sofa between the two long sofas.
And what about the other long sofa?
Two people were seated there. One was an older man sitting with a straight yet relaxed posture, reflecting a lifetime of experiences built over decades. His down-to-earth aura was clearly evident, especially compared to the others beside him. The lines and wrinkles on his face told stories of a rich and experienced life journey, indicating a long path involving high military ranks or leadership roles. Although his age was evident in the lines etched on his face, his presence exuded warmth like the bright sun, bathing the room in an aura of calmness and charming self-confidence.
The person beside him appeared stiffer, with a bandana covering his forehead, looking much younger, possibly the same age as the three men seated across. The man with the bandana took the initiative to hand over several documents to be read by Hades and his three subordinates.
The contents of the documents varied, but most consisted of images/screenshots of other documents. There was a mural that appeared to be written on a large wall, as well as a letter with cut-out letters from a magazine arranged into a new sentence. But amidst it all, there were several similarities. All the writings contained elements of hatred—filthy sentences expressing dissatisfaction, directed at their client.
Hades chuckled; he didn't consider this matter unserious, but the method employed was quite childish. His laughter was met with a sharp stare from the man with the bandana. However, the older man beside him remained calm.
Hades now understood the issue at hand.
"This has been happening for about a year now," the man with the bandana continued their discussion. "Initially, it was on a small scale and not dangerous, like graffiti on walls or throwing rotten food at the office. At least it didn't directly disrupt our work."
Minos began to flip through the pages of images once again. As he reached the last few pages, his eyes narrowed.
There were images of a man being carried on a stretcher, surrounded by chaotic scenes as if there had been a large explosion. Minos knew exactly what case this was; it had been a hot topic in the media a few months ago. An explosion had occurred at one of the branch offices of a company that had been established for decades.
Its name was Sanctuary, a towering business entity that encompassed various sectors within its extensive reach. Its presence spanned from the food sector to electronics and tourism, creating an impressive and diverse business scope.
Not only did Sanctuary focus on goods and services, but it also made services an integral part of its operations. By providing various services such as business consultancy, human resource management, and information technology, the company became a reliable business partner in various sectors.
With a vision and dedication like this, Sanctuary was not just a company but a haven for business diversity, making it an undeniable economic force.
Compared to Sanctuary, Inferno clearly paled in comparison. If Hades was known as the king of the underworld, then the elderly man before them was the king of the upper world and virtue.
Ilias. A name frequently seen in every sector of news and business articles worldwide. A man who had succeeded in building his company from a young age until now. It was said that Sanctuary was just a small trading company tucked away in a corner of Europe, selling various food necessities in extreme weather conditions. However, over time, the business continued to grow. It was not an exaggeration to consider Ilias a genius of his time.
Moreover, Ilias was also known for his philanthropy. The name Sanctuary was consistently associated with acts of kindness for the world, ranging from donations to humanitarian projects to ambitious environmental programs. Ilias's concern for the sustainability of the planet was reflected in various initiatives undertaken by Sanctuary.
He didn't just create a profit-focused company but also integrated principles of sustainability and corporate social responsibility. By engaging in philanthropic efforts, Ilias and Sanctuary became undeniable agents of change in addressing various global challenges.
With Inferno identified as chaos and uncertainty, Ilias and Sanctuary stood as a remarkable contrast, offering stability, sustainability, and virtue. His history etched in the lines and wrinkles of his face was evidence of the long journey from a small trading company in Europe to a respected global economic force.
However, with the magnitude of their actions, there were also many who disliked them. Idealism conflicting with business ethics made Sanctuary have many enemies. One hot rumor was the gap between Inferno and Sanctuary. These two companies were like two sides of a different coin due to the differing methods in which their businesses operated.
Hence, it was understandable when Rhadamantys, Aiacos, and Minos were taken aback upon learning that Ilias would be visiting the office.
Beside Ilias was Sisyphus, his younger brother who bore a striking resemblance to him. His handsome and gallant face emitted a strong aura of leadership. His chestnut hair was neatly arranged, giving off an elegant and classy impression.
His eyes, akin to those of an experienced warrior, radiated intelligence and wisdom. Their gaze could capture every detail, reflecting his dedication to his duties and responsibilities as the manager of Sanctuary under his brother's authority.
Sisyphus also appeared uncomfortable sitting in the Inferno building now, hence his demeanor seemed rather curt.
"However, the peak of it all, these acts of hatred have become increasingly dangerous. One of the factories of our company's branch was bombed. And this action has also resulted in the loss of our workers," Sisyphus expressed his displeasure in his tone. Considering innocent lives were being taken as casualties. Sanctuary had certainly provided compensation and reparations for the families of the victims, but there was no guarantee that the same wouldn't happen again.
But that wasn't the only reason why Ilias and Sisyphus were here.
Ilias looked at Sisyphus, as if understanding the message. Sisyphus then giving another document, this time just a piece of paper. Unlike the previous documents, this one was handwritten. He placed it on the table for everyone to see.
The paper, a single white page seemingly soaked in uncertainty, bore the weight of words etched in black ink, weaving a series of threats hidden behind each letter.
"In the shadow of your success, I see darkness. Your bold steps slowly creep into the gaping jaws of hatred. Sanctuary, your abode of glory, now becomes the target of scorn and destruction. The universe gazes with displeasure, signaling a deep-seated catastrophe. I have launched the first attack, like a bomb tearing through your armor.
Workers, innocent, become unsuspecting victims, dancing with death amidst the ruins of their love and aspirations. But this is only the beginning of a vengeance that will flow incessantly.
Your family, Ilias, will never experience peace. Death will approach them, like an ever-present shadow. Even behind closed doors, they will not be safe from the fear gripping their souls. The Sanctuary you built with the brilliance of your achievements I shall turn into your grave. With every word I pour out, I beseech you, feel the chill of uncertainty. Do not expect a safe haven for you and your loved ones.
The Shadow Behind the Darkness."
Sick, Rhadamantys could only think as he read. Aiacos shared a similar sentiment, albeit with a hint of admiration for the lengthy yet undeniably sinister prose. But there was one person bold enough, Minos. The silver-haired man fearlessly looked directly at Hades. Why? Because it was clear that "The Shadow Behind the Darkness" was a title most befitting of Hades.
Minos had a suspicion that the author of this ominous letter was none other than Hades himself.
Hades, aware of Minos's gaze, simply smiled. Unbeknownst to Minos, he could somehow hear Hades's voice in his mind.
"Do you want me to kill you?"
Aiacos, quick to notice the ominous aura emanating from Hades, promptly slapped the back of Minos's head with the palm of his hand. This guy, Minos, could be downright disrespectful, but Aiacos also somewhat suspected that this might be coming from Hades. However, he was wiser than Minos not to act recklessly, especially considering that Sanctuary and Inferno were always portrayed as two businesses engaged in a cold war.
"Sorry, I'll get straight to the point. Are you showing us this writing as evidence that Sanctuary suspects Inferno's involvement?" Rhadamantys, more astute in his response, didn't need to look at Hades because the suspicion was evident.
Sisyphus looked at Rhadamantys, indicating that it was indeed true. He also shared the same suspicion, which is why Sisyphus decided to accompany Ilias to this place. Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense. It was as if there were sparks flying between Sisyphus's gaze and the three people in front of him.
But all of that dissipated when a calm, hearty voice was heard, originating from Ilias, followed by a smile from Hades.
"From the beginning, I had no suspicions about Inferno," replied Ilias, feeling compelled to set the record straight, his words carrying an air of honesty that needed no questioning.
Ilias had his reasons, just as Hades did, for knowing this was not their doing. There was no need for defense; the two executives seemed to understand each other implicitly. Ilias and Hades shared a hidden secret, a dark pact unknown to the outside world.
"My purpose in coming here is precisely to seek assistance from Inferno," Ilias continued, smiling to indicate that his decision had been carefully considered. "Inferno possesses advantages that cannot be ignored. We've engaged the services of other security firms, but the situation has only grown more complex."
Hades, though expressionless, casually tapped his fingers on the table, awaiting further explanation.
"Inferno has methods that can address threats of this nature. I believe Inferno is the best choice."
Hades chuckled, suggesting duplicity in those words.
"You know that we'll do whatever it takes for the success of our business," Hades leaned forward. "Which means we'll overlook all the morals and virtues that are Sanctuary's foremost vision."
The undertones of Hades' challenge to Ilias were palpable, suggesting they would engage in actions contrary to the morals upheld by Ilias and Sanctuary. Tension mounted, and the four individuals, who had remained silent until now, involuntarily held their breath in apprehension.
"Yes, I understand that Inferno's actions don't always align with the morals we uphold at Sanctuary,"
Ilias' previously calm and wise demeanor suddenly shifted. His eyes, usually filled with serenity, now glowed like smoldering embers. A resolute and determined expression adorned his face, exuding an aura of unwavering decisiveness.
"However, when my family is threatened, I can no longer prioritize morality above all else." As Ilias delivered his words, his once steady voice began to quiver, each syllable resonating with a thunderous intensity.
Sensing the emotional power behind Ilias' words, Hades couldn't ignore the intensity emanating from him. This sight awakened primitive instincts, portraying Ilias as a leader who wouldn't hesitate to confront any threat to protect his loved ones.
Rhadamantys felt stiffness creeping into the base of his neck, unable to shake off the cold sensation running down his spine. Ilias' presence, previously serene, now exuded a heart-pounding strength. He felt as if he were facing a fierce beast freshly awakened from its deep slumber.
Meanwhile, Hades, the CEO of Inferno, seated at the side of the room, merely smiled. The smile didn't reflect fear or stiffness; instead, there was a subtle sense of respect in his eyes. Witnessing Ilias express his decision with fervent passion, Hades detected a profoundly human and honest vibration.
"There is nothing more human than protecting those we love," Hades spoke softly, gazing at Ilias with eyes full of acknowledgment. "Your humanity, Ilias, is truly impressive. The courage to pursue what is most precious to you, even if it means challenging existing norms and morals."
Leaning slightly forward, Hades displayed a clear respect for Ilias' stance. To him, seeing someone willing to step outside conventional boundaries to protect their family was an inspiring sight. There was no hint of threat or fear in Hades' gaze; instead, there was recognition of the human courage faced with difficult situations.
Rhadamantys remained silent, but his fear slowly morphed into admiration. He realized that before him stood not only the steadfast leader of Sanctuary but also a human willing to forsake morality to protect what he cherished.
The tension that had been present moments ago now began to dissipate. Hades, aware of this shift, gestured for Ilias and Sisyphus to sip on the prepared drinks. It was moments like these where Hades' business acumen shone through. His words were smooth, filled with the eloquence of a skilled conversationalist. Every exchange felt seamless, devoid of any hint of condescension. Ilias and Hades engaged in a brief discussion about the country's economic growth, exchanging opinions. Meanwhile, Rhadamantys, Aiacos, and Minos now engaged in a discussion with Sisyphus about some details in the documents they had provided.
"Minos," called Hades to one of his subordinates. Minos immediately approached Hades and Ilias. "You, Rhadamantys, and Aiacos will be relieved of your duties here at the office. Instead, the three of you will focus on collaborating with Sanctuary. Prepare the transition process, inform your respective employees to handle the work here."
Rhadamantys and Aiacos exchanged looks upon hearing this.
Ilias glanced at Sisyphus, and the man understood. "This is a good opportunity for you to learn. Join them," Ilias said. Sisyphus, reluctant but unable to refuse, simply nodded.
And so, the four of them walked out of Hades' office. As the door closed behind them, they all breathed a sigh of relief. They had experienced a whirlwind of emotions today, and being in the presence of the two most influential people in the world had drained them mentally. This was true for the three employees of Inferno as well as Sisyphus.
Sisyphus remained silent for a moment, at least he was still sane and understood that all of this was because of his brother, and it all started from his own actions that showed his dislike for Inferno. "Forgive me for letting my emotions get the best of me earlier," Sisyphus said in a more relaxed tone.
"Haha, no worries, we didn't expect it to be that intense either," Aiacos replied first. From their tones, it was clear that Sisyphus and Aiacos already knew each other.
Indeed, Sisyphus and Aiacos were college friends. They were in the same year, majoring in Business Management. While Sisyphus had his own sentiments towards Inferno, he didn't blindly hate everything associated with it. Sisyphus was a wise young man; he wouldn't judge someone solely based on their job. He looked at the person themselves.
"But Mr. Ilias is truly remarkable," Minos remarked casually, glancing at his phone as he typed a message to one of his employees, Lune. "This is the first time I've seen someone unafraid of the Boss, and it's been a while since I've seen the Boss genuinely pleased with someone," Minos smiled, satisfied after witnessing a performance he rarely encountered. Although he didn't say it out loud, Rhadamantys and Aiacos agreed.
Sisyphus could only smile; he would be lying if he said he wasn't pleased to hear his brother being praised like that.
Rhadamantys now also glanced at his phone. He was seriously considering what tasks he needed to tackle. "From what I understand, the three of us will be under the auspices of Sanctuary until we can apprehend the perpetrator. So, my responsibility is to protect Sanctuary and Mr. Ilias's family, isn't it, Sisyphus?"
"Correct, we might be bothering you a lot, Rhadamantys," Because Rhadamantys was in the private security division, this thick-eyebrowed man would be the head of the Bodyguard team along with a combined team from Inferno and Sanctuary.
"Alright, I'll prepare the essentials for today. Seeing Mr. Hades like this, maybe the three of us will be kicked out of the office by tomorrow," Rhadamantys wasn't one to joke around, so his statement was one hundred percent true.
"But I don't understand," Aiacos added, his hands folded in thought.
"For that case, Rhadamantys will clearly be needed. Minos will also play a role if the culprit is apprehended,"
"Then what about me?" Aiacos himself was in the financial consulting division. It seemed like Sanctuary already had its own board for financial matters.
"Ah, about that," Sisyphus looked at him with an awkward smile. "You'll be assisting me, Aiacos."
"I've been monitoring the company's financial flow all this time. When combined, everything seems normal. But I realized there was an odd flow of money when I checked the small-scale accounting. We suspect there's an insider involved in embezzlement..."
"I can't outright say it's corruption because the main books don't show anything suspicious, so..."
"Sanctuary needs an external audit," Minos concluded before Sisyphus could finish his statement, his eyebrows furrowing indicating his dislike at being interrupted.
"Correct," Sisyphus affirmed.
Aiacos understood the gist; it meant he had to prepare as well. His face looked somber; the fact that he wouldn't be in the office for several weeks meant less time to catch up with his crush. Such was the burden of work; hopefully, no overly bold guy would approach his crush while he was away.
"So, I'll be sticking close to you, Sisyphus," Aiacos chuckled. "Just like back in college," Remembering their youth, Sisyphus and Aiacos were the two most prominent figures on their campus. Because of their similarities, they became close. There was a brief rift when Sisyphus found out that Aiacos's sponsor was Hades, but Sisyphus proved to be far more mature in judging people based on his personal experiences.
"Haha, true, sorry if I'll be a bother, Aiacos," Sisyphus just smiled, reminiscing about their youthful nostalgia.
"Alright then, Sisyphus, you're coming with me. There's a lot we need to discuss. What about you guys?" Aiacos glanced at Rhadamantys and Minos.
"I'll head to my division briefly to hand over tasks to Lune," Minos pointed towards the lift, indicating he'd soon be off to the second floor. "I'll also head to my division for preparations," Rhadamantys said, seemingly planning to accompany Minos.
"Oh, speaking of which, Rhadamantys," Sisyphus turned his gaze to Rhadamantys, who returned the look. "This is a bit trivial, but my nephew is a huge fan of yours," he said with a friendly smile. Rhadamantys raised an eyebrow.
"A fan?" Rhadamantys seemed puzzled.
"Back when you were still active in the university league," Sisyphus clarified, relieving Rhadamantys's confusion.
Before diving into the business world of Inferno, Rhadamantys had left his mark on the American football field during his college years. As a linebacker, he stood out with his extraordinary physical prowess, exuding an aura of toughness. His strong and athletic physique became a unique attraction on the gridiron.
As a linebacker, Rhadamantys became an immovable defender. His remarkable foot speed allowed him to move swiftly on the field, responding promptly to any change in situation. He was like a predator hunting its prey, always ready to charge to the front line and halt the opponent's attack.
For Rhadamantys, American football wasn't just a sport but a battle that ignited the warrior spirit within him. Absorbing body blows, ambushing opponents, and reaching victory were all part of his life's calling. From the outset, when many placed their hopes on him to become a pro player, Rhadamantys understood that his ambition was not just about fame in the sports world but about finding inner satisfaction in true combat.
Moreover, his life's path was already set. Their schooling, the three of them, was for Hades. Ever since they were confronted with misfortune in their lives, their paths changed drastically when Hades, the mysterious figure long known to the world, emerged. Rhadamantys, Minos, and Aiacos suddenly found themselves under the shadow of Hades, as if becoming pawns in the game of their destiny.
"You three will have a decent life, as long as you're willing to work for me,"
He still remembered what Hades said to them when they first met,with his hand extended. That's when Minos, Rhadamantys, and Aiacos become brother, with no blood-relation.
Despite feeling like trading with an unpredictable entity, the three of them realized that their fate now entirely lay in Hades' hands. As they walked together, they treaded the path that had been chosen by this eternal ruler.
Thus, for Rhadamantys, working for Inferno after graduating was absolute and incomparable to becoming a pro athlete.
It had been several years since he graduated, and Rhadamantys thought that perhaps no one would bring it up again. However, unexpectedly, the man who would become his client brought it up. "The nephew you mentioned..." Rhadamantys tried to confirm first.
"The son of Mr. Ilias," Sisyphus added to avoid any confusion.
Rhadamantys responded with a puzzled expression, trying to piece together the new information he had just received. "Mr. Ilias' son, huh? It's been several years since I graduated, I didn't think anyone would still be interested in discussing those days."
Sisyphus smiled gently, as if knowing something that Rhadamantys might not have considered. "He truly holds great respect for you, Rhadamantys. Perhaps your story on the American football field is one of his inspirations."
Rhadamantys just chuckled softly, "It's been a long time since anyone brought that up, so it feels strange."
"If this agreement goes through, it's just a matter of time before you meet him. I hope you don't mind if he overwhelms you a bit," Sisyphus felt the need to mention this to Rhadamantys beforehand, knowing that his nephew could be quite explosive. He's a good kid, but his bursts of enthusiasm and emotion? Some people might find it too much.
Rhadamantys simply nodded, indicating he didn't mind.
Sisyphus patted Rhadamantys' shoulder friendly. "Thank you, Rhadamantys. I'm sure your meeting with him will be a meaningful moment for him."
And then they parted ways. Each returned to their respective divisions. Aiacos and Sisyphus were seen engaged in serious conversation with the documents they brought. Minos, now seated, was being scolded thoroughly by his assistant, Lune. And then there was Rhadamantys, discussing division preparations with his assistant, Valentine. Valentine seemed nervous upon learning he would be Rhadamantys' replacement while Rhadamantys was out of the office. Considering the important meeting was over, he felt he could keep his promise to take a stroll with Pandora.
Well, he didn't want to get a barrage of words from his girlfriend.
Ilias took another sip of the tea that Hades had served earlier. Unexpectedly, their conversation flowed without any rebuttals. Hades and Ilias shared similar thoughts, at least when it came to economics. If the media knew that the two most influential figures were engaging in a discussion, journalists might come flocking now.
It was indeed an anomaly for two individuals with different principles to meet like this.
"How are they doing?" Hades opened the conversation again after seeing Ilias had finished their drink.
"The last time I visited them, they seemed to be doing well," Ilias added, knowing who Hades was referring to.
Hades gave a relieved smile, although they still maintained their trademark arrogant expression.
"You don't intend to visit them anytime soon?" Ilias asked back.
Hades paused for a moment, then took another sip of their drink. "I don't feel the need to, besides, they'd be happier if I didn't visit them," they said.
Ilias just chuckled softly. "That's not true, they often ask me for updates if there's any news about you. They cut out articles with your photo, then collect them as clippings." Ilias's hand gestured scissors, mimicking what they had seen before.
Honestly, that expression made Hades feel a little happy. Imagining the person's face lighting up because of his photo, Hades coughed slightly.
"Is that so..." Hades murmured, wondering if they should schedule some time to visit them soon.
"Besides, it's about time they were able to go out freely. It would be nice if you could take them for a stroll," Ilias added, offering further advice. "My partner and I would be happy to arrange accommodation," From those words, Ilias explained their readiness to help if Hades needed an asset without involving accounts from Inferno.
And that wasn't a bad idea.
"Thank you," Hades said, knowing that if his subordinates heard, they would all think a storm was brewing today. Their superiors never said thank you to them.
Ilias just smiled, a genuine one, pleased to see Hades responding positively. Who could have connected them like this? It was just a little secret known by Hades and Ilias.
"What do you think?" Pandora opened the dressing room curtain, revealing the outfit she had just tried on. A black dress, the top of which featured a classic off-the-shoulder neckline, adding a touch of vintage elegance to her look. The gently curved neckline showed a hint of skin, providing a sensual touch without sacrificing modesty.
Rhadamantys glanced briefly from top to bottom, then gave a thumbs-up to indicate his approval. Rhadamantys had been sitting with several other paperbag with brand for 30 minutes. He had lost count of how many outfits Pandora had tried on in this boutique.
Pandora furrowed her brows, not entirely pleased with Rhadamantys' response. Although she immediately realized that this was typical of Rhadamantys. She looked in the mirror once again, ensuring that every side of her body looked beautiful in the black dress.
Pandora liked it.
"Alright, I'll take this," she said to one of the store employees who had been assisting her since earlier.
Finally! Rhadamantys rejoiced inwardly.
Pandora returned to change her clothes, while Rhadamantys headed straight to the cashier to pay for the dress Pandora had chosen. It was already the sixth bag he had been carrying from late afternoon until now.
Keeping his promise, Rhadamantys knew Pandora's anger would surely subside. No matter how much money he spent on his lover's enjoyment, as long as the girl wasn't angry. Pandora's anger was one of Rhadamantys' weaknesses; for some reason, he didn't want to be the subject of the beautiful black-haired woman's annoyance.
Rhadamantys and Pandora had known each other since childhood. Hades and Pandora were siblings, although not blood siblings. When Hades brought young Rhadamantys to his residence, that was when they first met. Along with Minos and Aiacos, the four of them grew up together.
From a young age, the relationship among Rhadamantys, Pandora, Hades, Minos, and Aiacos was as tight as sibling bonds. They were not only playmates but also a family that complemented each other. Hades' residence became a place where memories full of happiness and camaraderie flourished together.
With his warm and compassionate nature, Rhadamantys showed special attention to Pandora. His love for Pandora was inevitable, stemming from the affection that arose from losing his younger sister in the past. To him, Pandora was not just an adoptive sister but also a beacon of light that reminded him of the happiness and love that might have been lost in his life.
Because of this, even though Pandora had some negative traits, Rhadamantys didn't mind. Pandora was a proud woman, indulged by their father's wealth. Although Pandora's demeanor sometimes showed less favorable aspects, Rhadamantys remained faithfully supportive and loving. For Rhadamantys, Pandora's arrogance was just a small part of her complexity, and he saw beyond it.
After finishing up at the boutique, Rhadamantys invited Pandora to a restaurant in one of the five-star hotels not far from the shopping center. It was then that Rhadamantys had the opportunity to talk to Pandora about work, as she happened to be a shareholder of Inferno as well.
"Brother, and the old man?" It should be noted that they couldn't straightforwardly mention the names of the two individuals because it would obviously draw attention from anyone who might overhear. Therefore, Pandora used pseudonyms, even though they sounded rather impolite.
"Yeah, and the three of us are assigned to foster collaboration," Rhadamantys said, savoring his meal.
Pandora looked on, puzzled. Although the operations of Inferno were not her responsibility, Pandora had no right to intervene. Still, she was surprised, considering that her brother clearly harbored implicit resentment towards Sanctuary.
"Whoah, it seems like the old man takes it seriously if it concerns his family," Pandora continued eating. Rhadamantys agreed, implying that Ilias seemed impatient because the threat was also directed at his family. Therefore, it was understandable if Ilias wanted to use Inferno's services. Not because Inferno was a company operating in the legal field, but because of Hades, who was known to use any means necessary.
In essence, Ilias would use Inferno as a release from the moral shackles that were the core strength of Sanctuary.
Rhadamantys considered it cunning but also justified. Because, in essence, that was the ability of Inferno. Making the CEO of Sanctuary acknowledge that Inferno was the best choice made Rhadamantys proud.
"So, we won't see each other often?" Pandora broke Rhadamantys's reverie.
"That's right, you can still call me. Nothing's different from usual, right?" Rhadamantys often had to work as a bodyguard, leaving Pandora for more than a week at a time.
Pandora looked pensive for a moment. Then, she nodded with a pleased smile. "No problem, as long as you keep me updated every night."
Rhadamantys felt relieved; at least he knew Pandora wasn't angry about it.
"Oh, by the way, did you know that the old man's family is famous?" After finishing her meal, Pandora sat up straight, only a small piece of meat left on her plate, maintaining her graceful demeanor.
"Is that so? Isn't his family very private?" Rhadamantys only knew that the founder of Sanctuary had a family: a spouse and two children, not to mention Sisyphus as his sibling.
Pandora simply smiled gleefully; at moments like this, she took pride in her social network, ensuring that every gossip and secret information would pass through her ears. Even the media couldn't publish the information she obtained.
"His two children are quite famous. The eldest, in particular, is the epitome of beauty and grace. Every step they take seems to dance like a goddess descending from heaven," she explained.
As Rhadamantys processed Pandora's description, he felt something didn't quite align with the information he had received. Shaking his head gently, he carefully attempted to clarify, "Pandora, forgive me if I'm mistaken, but according to the reports I've received, he has two sons, not a woman as graceful and beautiful as you described."
With her mysterious smile, Pandora seemed to relish in the slight confusion she created. "Oh, Rhadamantys, you know how complicated the old man's family is. His eldest child, despite being born male, possesses unparalleled beauty. They are a testament to the beauty unbound by gender constraints."
Rhadamantys pondered for a moment, trying to grasp the concept Pandora had just unveiled.
"You should ask Minos for more details; he admires the old man first child greatly. I bet he was thrilled to hear that you three would be collaborating with the company, right?" Pandora pointed her fork at Rhadamantys, her confidence evident in her smile.
Rhadamantys nodded, remembering how enthusiastic Minos seemed earlier in the morning. Was it simply because he could see Ilias' first child up close? His friend's behavior puzzled him.
Continuing his meal, Rhadamantys pondered further. "And what about the second child?"
"You should know him, Rhadamantys, because he's shining just like you did in the past," Pandora replied cryptically.
Pandora's words confused him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and Pandora could tell that Rhadamantys needed a more detailed explanation.
"He was the MVP of the high school league last year, American Football, just like you."
"One of a kind, he got a sports scholarship from our alma mater. Doesn't that sound a lot like your story?"
Rhadamantys indeed hadn't visited his campus or his old club, especially since he started working at Inferno. He felt he needed to limit his social interactions based on his job. So it was understandable that Rhadamantys didn't know anything about the developments in the sport he once pursued, especially on a league scale that wasn't televised.
"Sisyphus told me that one of his children is a fan of yours, it seems like he's the one Sisyphus meant," Rhadamantys concluded. In his mind, he praised Ilias' child; it wasn't easy to earn a sports scholarship from their university. Their campus was renowned for consistently being the national champion in every semi-pro/university-level competition. Therefore, they would undoubtedly seek the best among the best when selecting candidates for the scholarship.
"Perhaps, but honestly, you still looked cooler back in college compared to him. He's just a kid, nowhere near as impressive as you," Pandora said with a hint of fervor, feeling she didn't want him to be compared to a snotty brat. Rhadamantys considered it a sweet gesture and chuckled softly.
Rhadamantys felt it might be enjoyable to meet Ilias' mentioned child. It had been a long time since he exchanged opinions and engaged in activities related to American Football. Aiacos and Minos weren't keen on sports, so discussing sports with them would be futile. While Valentine had engaged in sports activities before, Rhadamantys couldn't speak freely with his subordinate due to the high level of respect Valentine held.
That evening, he accompanied Pandora until his beloved was satisfied and decided to head home. Rhadamantys paid extra attention, knowing he would be busy in the days ahead. After escorting his partner back to her apartment, Rhadamantys decided to stay over when he got the green light from her.
Exhausted from a day of activities, Rhadamantys fell into a deep sleep that night.
"The responsibility falls on you to protect the Ilias family. Wouldn't it be better if you introduced yourself there sooner?"
That was Hades' comment two days ago. What his boss said had some truth to it. When he sought confirmation from Sisyphus and Ilias, both agreed because they felt that the sooner, the safer for their family's security.
Emerging from the car with firm and decisive steps, Rhadamantys appeared like a poised and resolute figure. Clad in a fitted black suit, he seemed like a black shadow ready to protect and guard. His suit looked exceptionally professional, exuding a sense of firmness and authority.
The black suit boasted precise and proper cuts, indicating the attention to detail of a professional in matters of appearance. The black buttons tracing the front of the suit added an elegant touch, while the high-quality fabric provided a subtle sheen that reinforced its professionalism.
Rhadamantys' hair was neatly combed and well-groomed, reflecting his orderliness and discipline. His sharp and vigilant gaze mirrored his mental readiness to face any situation. His sturdy and athletic physique revealed physical strength ready to be relied upon in carrying out his duties.
It needs to be emphasized that this time he's only introducing himself. Is it too much? Rhadamantys doesn't think so, as he feels that this is indeed his work attire. And who knows what might happen next.
The Ilias residence was situated in a mountainous area, a quiet and cool place. Rhadamantys caught a glimpse of other houses during the car ride. However, the distance between the Ilias house and the others was quite far.
After parking the car, he made his way to the gate. The gate of the house was singular, while the surrounding fence was made of tall concrete. Although it wasn't impossible to enter the premises by climbing, it would require extra effort and time to do so. He pressed the doorbell, waiting for a response.
"Yes?" came a male voice from the intercom.
"Good afternoon, I'm Rhadamantys from Inferno. I have an appointment with Mr. Ilias today," Rhadamantys said, realizing it wasn't a voice he recognized.
"Oh! Yes, please wait a moment. I'll open it for you."
Rhadamantys waited, assuming that the one who would open the gate might be the household staff, as that was what he usually experienced when visiting Hades' residence.
The wooden gate swung open, and a man emerged with confident strides. His dark red hair swayed in the wind, lending him a natural elegance. He stood tall and upright, although Rhadamantys was still slightly taller. The lines on his face hinted at the faint wrinkles of aging, but they did not diminish the beauty implied in his gaze.
Rhadamantys was certain that the man before him was not a household staff member. If he guessed correctly, Ilias had mentioned that only his family occupied the house. Given the age apparent in the man's face, it was unlikely he was a child. Rhadamantys concluded that this man was likely Ilias's life partner.
"You're Rhadamantys, correct? Ilias has informed me," he said again, radiating wisdom and depth, while his gaze pierced with full presence and wisdom. By merely mentioning his name without the need for any cues from Ilias, it seemed to confirm Rhadamantys's hypothesis.
"Please come in, let's talk inside."
Rhadamantys followed from behind. Stepping through the gate, he realized the house's yard was quite spacious. To the right, it appeared to be a large field, with short grass dominating among the bushes of flowers. Suitable for outdoor activities. On the other side, there was a striking flower garden, with various colorful flowers dominating. He also noticed a basket with various stems of roses being held by the man in front of him.
Returning to the house before him, Rhadamantys couldn't help but notice that it was not as he had imagined. Usually, the wealthy, especially those with businesses that seemed to have endless resources, would live in grand houses resembling castles.
But Ilias's house was modest, yet expensive. By "modest," it was simply a townhouse with two floors. It did appear more spacious than the average house, but it wasn't the type of mansion with walls that extended beyond sight. Rhadamantys could immediately grasp the shape of the house; there were no sides hidden from view.
This building created a fusion of modern architecture with traditional touches, crafting a unique atmosphere. The facade consisted of a combination of concrete, glass, and metal, creating an impressive futuristic appearance.
Honestly, this would make Rhadamantys's job easier. With all sides of the house visible, surveillance would be simplified, and anyone attempting to sneak in would face difficulties. Additionally, the large windows covering the house's walls would make any movement easily observable. It's highly likely that when Ilias constructed this house, he had the same considerations in mind.
Rhadamantys was ushered into the house. The interior was designed in an elegant minimalist style. The living room was furnished with luxurious modern furniture, adorned with striking gold or silver accents. Everything appeared spacious, allowing for comfortable movement. Aiacos might have grumbled about the considerable distance between rooms, but the airflow from the glass walls circulated well, keeping the house cool even without air conditioning.
Rhadamantys was invited to sit on the sofa in the middle of the room, which overlooked the wide field. Opposite him, the man sat down as well. He exuded elegance in every movement, his posture tall but not rigid, with his arms folded gently in his lap. His facial expression was calm and composed, reflecting maturity and self-assurance.
"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Lugonis," the man began the conversation. "Ilias happens to be out with our second child at the moment, but he will return shortly."
Rhadamantys nodded respectfully upon hearing the man's name. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lugonis," he said politely. "I appreciate the opportunity to meet with you, even though Mr. Ilias is unable to be present at the moment."
Lugonis chuckled softly. "Just call me Lugonis, I'm nobody special," he objected to the title.
They both sat in comfortable silence, the atmosphere filled with tranquility. Rhadamantys pondered for a moment, observing the beautiful scenery outside the window. A vast field stretched out before him, providing a soothing panorama that contrasted with the usual scenes in Inferno.
"I understand," Rhadamantys finally said, deciding to initiate the conversation. "I believe the time I have with you is sufficient for a discussion. Is there any message or specific request from Mr. Ilias that he wishes to convey to me?"
Lugonis was slightly surprised that Rhadamantys was already prepared for his duties. He had received a summary of Rhadamantys' tasks after being informed by Ilias. Lugonis was also in agreement that their family indeed needed special protection.
"Well, there isn't actually, he just said you and your team would be taking care of us. However..." Lugonis sighed, realizing that there was a specific issue he needed to address with Rhadamantys before he began his work.
"I'll do whatever you need, no need to hesitate," Rhadamantys assured him, offering his reassurance.
"This is more about our two children," Lugonis chuckled softly before continuing his conversation. Footsteps could be heard from upstairs. Lugonis and Rhadamantys both turned their gaze towards the sound.
Long, silky platinum hair cascaded gently around his shoulders. His slender and proportionate figure exuded natural grace in every movement. Their eyes met, and Rhadamantys was slightly taken aback, finding it hard to believe that someone could radiate such natural beauty that left him stunned.
He briefly thought that the person descending the stairs was a woman, but then remembered Pandora's words. Rhadamantys now understood that Pandora's description was not exaggerated.
"Who is he, Father?" His voice was calm yet deep, confirming that he was indeed a young man. Lugonis waved his hand, motioning for the young man to come closer.
As Albafica approached, Rhadamantys couldn't help but notice the ethereal quality that seemed to envelop him. Each step he took was graceful, almost like a dancer moving across a stage. His features were delicate yet defined, with high cheekbones that caught the light and accentuated his stunning facial structure.
Closer now, Rhadamantys could see the subtle curve of Albafica's lips, painted with a natural shade that enhanced their allure. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of cerulean blue, held a depth and wisdom far beyond his years. They seemed to gleam with an inner light, drawing Rhadamantys in with their captivating gaze.
In that moment, Rhadamantys understood why Albafica was described as a living embodiment of beauty. He was not just a mere mortal but a vision of grace and elegance, a sight to behold and cherish forever.
"This is our firstborn, Albafica." Say Lugonis introducing the male.
"Albafica, this is the bodyguard Ilias mentioned earlier, Rhadamantys."
Introduced, Rhadamantys assessed the situation first. Typically, he would extend his hand for a handshake first, but having been involved in the underworld too often, he knew that initiating was frowned upon.
Fortunately, Albafica, though initially hesitant, reached out his hand first. Rhadamantys accepted it, and they shook hands as a form of introduction. However, a hint of displeasure was evident on Albafica's face.
"But father, I've already said that we both don't need it," Albafica objected, more accurately, he didn't want to stand out in public with various people wearing sunglasses.
"That's why, only Rhadamantys will be the one to protect both of you," Lugonis looked at Rhadamantys, allowing him to explain in more detail.
"If both of you are going out, then I must accompany, only me. Meanwhile, the other team members will just be on standby outside; they will blend in with the others so you don't need to worry." Explain Rhadamantys.
Albafica still showed his displeasure. But he never opposed his fathers' request. Albafica glanced at Rhadamantys from head to toe. With looks like that, this man would undoubtedly stand out.
"At the very least, wear something more casual. You look like a mobster with that outfit and demeanor," Albafica's comment caught Rhadamantys off guard, clearly slapping him with reality. Who would have thought that the decision to appear professional would backfire on him?
Albafica shifted his focus back to Lugonis, while Rhadamantys still lamented his decision. "I want to tend to the garden in the back, Father," he said.
"Oh right, I've already picked some earlier. Can you continue?" Lugonis recalled the basket he had brought and placed it on the table. Albafica nodded, briefly glancing at Rhadamantys and giving a slight nod before turning away.
With elegance and aloofness, Albafica was still more polite than Pandora, but his eyes didn't need to lie to pretend to be kind. Rhadamantys felt that Albafica's gaze considered him a nuisance. He would try to remind himself that this was his job, regardless.
"He has a strong character, doesn't he?" Lugonis said, as if knowing what was on Rhadamantys's mind. Rhadamantys nodded, as it was indeed true. "Actually, he objected, but he couldn't refuse our request. He's a good son," Lugonis then moved from his seat. "I just realized I haven't served you a drink. Would rose tea be alright for you?"
Rhadamantys responded with a thin smile, though his heart still wavered between frustration and acceptance of the situation at hand. "Rose tea would be lovely, thank you," he said, trying to restrain himself from getting too emotional.
He could still see Lugonis preparing the tea, as the line of sight between the living room and the kitchen was so wide. Rhadamantys felt relieved because it meant that surveillance would be easy as all sides of the house were visible. He considered hiring a team of four people for each shift, which would be ideal. Usually, he wouldn't be involved in escort activities, but this time, his contract as an exclusive guard required him to participate in all activities.
Lugonis was so diligent in accompanying Rhadamantys to get to know the man better. Rhadamantys didn't mind; Lugonis was also quite adept at socializing. From the way he spoke, full of authority yet softer than Ilias, whom he had met earlier.
Initially, Lugonis chatted about his two children, who were so close despite their age difference. Then Rhadamantys got caught up in the conversation and began to tell stories about his two foster brothers, Aiacos and Minos. Although Rhadamantys narrated from his own point of view, he didn't provide any information about the company.
Their conversation soon passed, and footsteps were heard from outside. "Ah, that must be them," Lugonis rose from his seat to head towards the entrance. Rhadamantys also stood up because he intended to greet Ilias.
"Father! I'm home!" exclaimed someone Rhadamantys didn't know, the bright tone of their voice indicating a younger age. Rhadamantys couldn't clearly see past Lugonis's back, which meant that the unfamiliar youth was shorter than his father. In the distance, Rhadamantys could see Ilias starting to walk towards the main door after closing the gate.
"Welcome back, Regulus" Lugonis said, patting the young man's head. "Where's brother? We found his favorite snacks earlier!" The cheerful tone of the voice led Rhadamantys to conclude that this was the couple's second child.
"He's in the garden. But first, I'd like to introduce our guest," Lugonis turned to Rhadamantys behind him. Rhadamantys, feeling granted permission, approached.
And his pupils constricted.
A young man, with an apparent age gap between him and Rhadamantys. Rhadamantys's first focus was on his eyes, bright azure, radiating warmth and hope, illuminating every corner of the room. His golden-brown hair cascaded to his neck, like strands of gold swept by the gentle spring breeze.
Rhadamantys was familiar with that face.
Regulus, meeting Rhadamantys's gaze, stood tall beside Lugonis. Ilias, who had finally joined them, stood as well, placing a hand on Regulus's shoulder, his second child.
"Rhadamantys. This is our second child, Regulus."
As Rhadamantys gazed upon him, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being in the presence of a force of nature. Regulus's demeanor exuded confidence and authority, his eyes gleaming with a primal intensity that seemed to pierce through any pretense or facade. It was as if he held the essence of the wilderness within him, untamed and untethered by the constraints of civilization.
His eyes seemed to possess the power to penetrate deep into Rhadamantys's heart. It was as if he were looking into the eyes of a lion, recognizing in them a kindred spirit that resonated with his own primal instincts and inner strength.
Yes, how could Rhadamantys forget? This young man was the one from his dreams.
"Pleased to meet you, Rhadamantys!"
With that simple introduction, Rhadamantys felt as though he had stepped into a destiny that had been planned since ancient times. Like pieces of a puzzle finally coming together, he realized that Regulus's presence was not mere coincidence, but part of a larger plan involving his dreams, Ilias, Sanctuary, and even Inferno.
As Regulus greeted him, Rhadamantys felt as though he were awakening from a dream filled with the presence of the young man. "Nice to meet you, Regulus," he replied, his voice almost choked with the emotions stirring within him.
Their encounter, starting from that point, felt like the beginning of a grand journey that would take them across fields fraught with obstacles and mysteries waiting to be unraveled. Rhadamantys could sense the excitement and tension vibrating in the air, as if the world were holding its breath to witness what would happen next.
"It's so lively," said Sisyphus, who was experiencing being in a large stadium for the first time to watch a sports match live. If it weren't for one of his college friends participating in the game, Sisyphus wouldn't have bothered to come here.
Meanwhile, his right hand was holding the small hand of Regulus. At that time, Regulus was only 7 years old and was eager to join when he found out his uncle was going to watch a live sports match. Regulus was a hyperactive child with excess energy, so Ilias was very grateful that Sisyphus was willing to take him along.
Regulus looked around, eager to explore many new things. For example, a barrier fence between the spectator seats and the field, from a distance, Regulus could see other athletes busy putting on their American football uniforms. Wasn't that cool? It's like wearing armor! Without feeling guilty, Regulus released his hand from Sisyphus's grip and quickly ran off, curious and excited.
"UWAH! Regulus!" Sisyphus was certainly surprised, especially since Regulus's steps were so agile that within a few seconds, they were already very far apart. "Excuse me! Hey, Regulus!" The young man tried to make his way through some spectators who were about to sit in their seats. But he was already far behind because Regulus was now at the barrier fence, gripping the side of the boards that served as a barrier, leaning his body forward to get a closer look.
It looked so cool; everything seemed larger than him, like a warrior. The large American football uniforms made them look even more powerful. He had watched the movie "Gladiator" with his father before, and the appearance of all the athletes in front of him seemed like that.
As Regulus admired all the athletes getting ready, his eyes landed on someone taking a drink. The man was already in full American Football gear except for his helmet, seen drinking from the bottle he brought. His blazing golden hair caught attention, his facial features looked serious yet calm. Little Regulus was captivated by the presence of the man, who appeared so mighty and resolute amidst the bustling stadium crowd.
"Regulus! Please don't suddenly wander off from your uncle!" Sisyphus, who finally caught up, felt relieved as he immediately held onto Regulus's small hand to prevent the little boy from running away again.
Meanwhile, Rhadamantys, who hadn't realized he had become the center of attention for a young child, felt the gaze of little Regulus on him. Rhadamantys indeed had extraordinary instincts.
Their eyes met briefly. Rhadamantys showed no expression; he wasn't adept at providing fan service, a fact often lamented by Pandora and his two foster siblings. Rhadamantys merely hoped the child wouldn't cry when looking at him. But what if he tried to offer a smile? The corners of his lips lifted, forming a stiff smile.
Regulus remained silent and still as their gazes locked. Sisyphus was puzzled by Regulus's sudden quietness. "Regulus? What's wrong?" Sisyphus asked, looking at the little boy. Rhadamantys, realizing that the child was now with someone else, quickly diverted his gaze.
"...Rhadamantys," Regulus whispered, barely audible to Sisyphus, who tried to understand the child's words. However, Regulus's expression remained unchanged, his eyes still fixed on Rhadamantys, as if trying to grasp something deeper. Finally, Sisyphus attempted to follow Regulus's line of sight, and he saw someone familiar.
"How did you know it was Rhadamantys?" Sisyphus replied, puzzled, as it was impossible for Regulus to know the athlete's name. Sisyphus himself only knew because Aiacos had once told him about his brother.
Regulus remained silent, but his facial expression began to display an odd calmness. After what felt like an eternity, he finally lifted his gaze from Rhadamantys. "From the TV!" he replied, a radiant smile appearing.
"I see," Sisyphus didn't find anything unusual, knowing that national-level matches were likely to be televised several times. "Come on, Regulus, let's sit down in our seats because the match is about to start." Sisyphus invited Regulus to find their seats again. Regulus nodded cheerfully.
It was just a small encounter amidst the bustling stadium crowd, one that Rhadamantys might not even remember in the future. However, for Regulus, it was the beginning of something bigger. The start of miracles and adventures that would change his destiny. As they both returned to their seats to watch the match, Regulus felt his heart filled with newfound spirit and joy.
Shall We Try Counting The Numbers? Chapter 1 [END]