A man in his fifties brought a little bright silver-haired girl to his castle. When the man brought her, she was 10 years old, and he wanted her to join his family. She's orphaned because of the fire at the church where she had grown up, in which everybody died, but only she survived.
The gray-haired man was named Germogen Lysander. He was the Leader and Head of the Lysander family. Together with his dad, Germogen took care of the family's castle, business, and people. Germogen took over after his father died.
He took a little silver-haired girl, whose hair seemed purple or pink depending on the light hits, to see his family members for the first time right after the church burnt.
Germogen walked with her, passing the hallway to the living hall, which was full of books, toys, and anything else that could educate and entertain the children. He opened the big, tall doors and took the girl inside by grabbing her tiny right hand. Then he stopped and looked at the view before him. His two daughters were fighting. The first daughter had straight black hair with bangs and wore a red hairband with red earrings. Her palms were clenching and pushing at the head of Germogen's second daughter.
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After two girls saw their father staring at them, they stopped what they were doing immediately.
"What are you doing, Kristina?" Germogen asked a girl who was on top.
Then she got up by pushing her palms on a girl who was lying down on the floor carelessly and dragging the pink rabbit doll in front of the girl who was pushed down on the ground.
"She stole my doll," Kristina answered.
The father said nothing, only gave the look he gave. Then, the second daughter, with blonde hair and blue eyes, tried to get up. With an upsetting face, she swiped the dust off her red skirt.
Germogen glanced at other kids still sitting, ignorant of the father's entrance. They hurriedly got up and lined up in front of him. The first son had black hair straight down covering his forehead. He had a single eyelid shaped like an eagle eye. He was 14 years old and was called Yeongho, the second oldest. The second son had bright gray hair with blue-grayish eyes. His name was Riagán, and he was 12 years old. Next was his second daughter, with blonde hair and wide blue eyes. She was a 13-year-old girl named Liselotte, and the last person, Kristina, had long black hair and green eyes. She's the oldest of them all. She was 15 years old.
"Meet your new sister. This is Killa." Germogen said, but they didn't say anything."And these are your new siblings..."
'They look different from each other,' Killa thought.
"Even though we don't have the same blood, we share the same last name…you have to call me Father like others, do you understand?" Germogen said to her new daughter.
"Yes, father," Killa said,
"Welcome to the Lysander family."
Every kid in this family needed to study and learn the primary knowledge or basic skills the father had provided to them. They had to study and understand the fundamental knowledge to be or to live in Lysander and also to search for the interest to find the identity(business) When they have their own interests, meaning if the kids realize what they want, what they like, and which business they want to run, which we call IDENTITY, they can continue their lifestyle. That means they can do whatever they want in their lives, not under the father's order anymore but still under the family name.
The Subjects that need to be learned
-Language: at least 3 languages (not including their native language)
-Martial Arts: MMA, judo, knife, gun, etc.
-Marketing
-Law
-Science and Mathematics
Since Killa got here, she had been working and studying hard. She had learned to speak almost every language. She already knew Latin and Spanish while she lived at the church because she had to. English is her native tongue, so she chose to learn Italian and French first. She learned and remembered them quickly, so she kept studying other languages. She studied Laws and Marketing well because of her curiosity to know more. She was also good at math and science.
Lysander's teacher, who Germogen provided for his kids, wasn't that surprised that Killa was smart because every kid in this family was quite clever. He was shocked because she learned very fast and also learned them well. She was good at everything, which shocked him, including fighting and martial arts, but her best and most impressive performance was a knife fight.
The practice place for physical training was at the main gym, where Lysander's bodyguards practiced and trained. The main gym is also for gathering places and meetings for bodyguards, as well as when the father needs to give some special orders directly to them.
So, it was expected that bodyguards would see and witness their future masters' abilities and skills during the trains.
Kristina and Liselotte's rooms were on the same path on the right side, and Killa's room was on the same section on the left side with Riagán and Yeongho.
Every night, around 2 and 3 a.m., Killa went downstairs to the kitchen to get a cold milk drink because she had trouble sleeping due to the traumas that she had been through, including the fire at the church, how she had lost her mother, and the secret the intruders had invaded her first home. Loads of traumas to this little young girl, she handled it like nothing bothered her physically, but mentally; who wouldn't know? Even Killa herself. She was too young to realize what the traumas were and what they could have done to her brain or her heart.
On her first night at Lysander's castle, she walked downstairs to find a drink to calm her mind. She believed that it could help her fall asleep. She got up to her room and had to walk past Riagan's room. She heard and noticed something.
"Ahh—Haa—Mister"
Killa heard the sound from his room, and the door opened a little, showing the orange light. Even though she didn't want to eavesdrop or see what she shouldn't see, she had to walk past anyway, and she glanced and saw her brother kissing a girl whom Killa had never seen before. And Killa saw their naked bodies touching each other. After witnessing, she walked out like nothing had happened and looked up to see the big body with a suit standing, guarding in front of the door.
Killa looked at him, and he looked down at her as well.
'Someone is guarding them?' Killa thought and walked away.
They didn't interact, only their eyes, and he just watched her passing him back to her room.
And almost every night, she had to walk past Riagán's room, and she witnessed something that she couldn't unsee. She saw her second brother having sex with different girls. Killa didn't care much about her brother's lifestyle. Also, his bodyguard, who stood guarding him, had to listen to that sound every single night. Some nights, Killa gave him a juice or milk box while she walked past him without saying anything. It was one of her ways of trying to build the connection—weird and unexpected, but it was adorably cute.
Moreover, Killa discovered that her siblings were quite strange, and she was very curious about what was happening in this castle or family. One night, after she left the kitchen, she saw blood shaped like a man's shoes on the stairs, and she decided to follow the footprints. Then, finally, she saw the body. His body was full of blood, and his arms were leaking the blood out like it was nothing. He turned his face to look at the shadow behind him. Killa's eyes were on his eyes with no surprised face but a curious one. He was also not shocked; he just stared with an emotionless stare. That was Yeongho.
On another typical day of normal training at the main gym, Killa practiced throwing her knife and the sound of the gunfire, loud and all over the hall.
"Trk-trk-trk-kkkkk—"
"!!!!"
"Aghhhh!!"
The sound of the gun fired rapidly, and every man ran around like crazy, but the one crazier was the one who shot the gun with a big smile, having fun by watching men running like chickens.
"Hahahahaha, run baby, run!!! You guys look like chicken."
Liselotte, Killa's second sister, was having fun only by herself. And she turned to look at Killa and smiled at her like nothing.
'Okay...' Killa thought.
Another night, she decided to go to the library and left her room before Riagán would do his business. She laid down on the couch and read the mechanical book, curious to know what guns consisted of. But the gun wasn't the only thing on her mind that night; she thought about her oldest sister, Kristina, the first daughter that her father took into this family. Maybe she's the only one living a less extraordinary life.
Creak...
The sound of someone doing something outside the library.
"Hm?" Killa heard the noise. She got up off the couch and peeked outside the library's door. She saw nothing, just an empty hallway. Before closing the door, she noticed something on the floor.
'Blood?' She thought.
She thought that maybe it was Yeongho, but that didn't stop her from finding the truth. She decided to follow the blood again out of curiosity(again). Because of the blood print figure on the hall path, it was like someone had been dragged on the floor. She followed the long haul with dark red blood.
Creak
And there was another sound.
Killa stopped and witnessed her oldest sister dragging the unconscious big body, and it could be a dead body. She turned around to see Killa. Killa didn't say anything, so she smiled at her a bit more like she was greeting her youngest sister.
'So...I thought wrong,' Killa thought.
After 4 years, she had been staying here, studying, training, and witnessing some weird stuff that was not weird to her anymore. Seeing Riagán having sex and having fun in his room. She had a new friend, Riagán's bodyguard, without saying a word to each other. Seeing Yeongho injured back home almost every night. Sometimes, she helped and cleaned his wounds. Watching Liselotte creating new bombs and trying out with bodyguards outside the house. Kristina was out dragging a new body 4 to 5 days a week, and I would only see her for breakfast and lunch. During the day, it was normal for Killa to play cards with Riagán when she had free time at the same time as him. For Liselotte, she would ask Killa to assist her in her experiment with her weapons invention. But for Yeongho, she just watched him fight in the gym. But she seemed closer to him at night by wiping his blood or others.
Killa decided to ask her father to explain and clear her curiosity. She wondered what Lysander's business was, why she had to study those subjects, and what the hell was happening to her siblings.
Thud-thud,
Killa knocked on her father's office door.
"It's Killa." She announced behind the closed door.
"Come in," Germogen answered,
Killa came inside and just stood there looking at him without a blink.
"What is it?" He asked,
"I wonder what the family business is?" She asked right away,
'Straight forward as always,' Germogen thought. "Sure," he said,
"Not briefly," she said,
"Sit," he ordered her,
Killa stepped into the middle of the office, where two couches faced each other. She sat down, and then her father came to sit across from her.
"Let's start with what kind of business. I run Lysander's business, which is kind of a normal service industry. We provide everything that customers need to satisfy them. Except for the customers, our customers are all Mafias." He said. Killa was listening to him without any expression. Germogen looked at her and continued to explain. "When they need something, they want us to find them the products, the services, or even the protection such as drugs, cars, weapons, rare stuff...the services would be like stopping the organizations that our customers hire for that including killing people." he pauses to see her reaction which there wasn't so he kept going, "We are not the Mafia. You should know that...our business also produces our own products, the originals, and new creations. Kristina produces a lot of products that no one can imitate. Her experiment with her men, no one could do that like hers. And also Liselotte, her weapons are out of nowhere, new, weird, and yet creative. That's why you guys should study what I provide you to learn the basic knowledge to continue the business under the family name."
"How is it different from Mafias?" She asked, still confused about her father's explanation.
"Our business is like a heart to them.. we provide things to them...just like a heart runs the blood through the vein forward to many parts in the body, and they can't live without us. When they disobey the rules or the contracts, we...cut them out, and they're no longer under our protection and out of the business. So, if a brain or any parts in the body don't have any blood runs through or even the heart stops beating...later soon enough they die." He pauses again, "We are above them, Killa. We are the judgment of their lives—Clear?"
"Yes, father," she said,
"You are 14 now...turning 15," He said with curious eyes.
"Yes," she replied,
"I heard you are in good shape with all the subjects." She said nothing. "How about you come with me on the real task…so you would know what it is really like," he asked,
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
'She never shows any expressions toward any words I have said…like Yeongho. I wonder if she can handle the real business like him,' Germogen thought.
One day, at the main gym, Yeongho was training with a bodyguard. Liselotte and Kristina were fighting over something, and Riagán was sitting on the couch, playing cards in his hand. Father and Killa came back after a long day doing business outside. All the Lysander's men bowed to him and Killa. Yeongho, Riagán, Liselotte, and Kristina were watching them. Father looked at Killa and gently touched her head.
"Good job today." He told her with a little smile and walked away. "Yeongho, come with me." then he said to his first son,
"Yes, sir," Yeongho said, glancing a little at Killa before following his father inside.
Killa walked toward the sofa, sat quietly, and then leaned back to rest. The rest watched her patiently.
"How was your first day, Killa!?" Liselotte ran to her and asked her excitedly. "My first day, I cried. It was thrilling and all. Shooting people was so fun, but it was not my thing, you know?" she said with a lot of expression to her sister.
"Was it Father who didn't want you to join?" Kristina joined,
"Shut up. I don't like it anyway." Liselotte said back.
"Don't tell me to shut up. Little yellow shit!" Kristina scolded her.
"You are the one is shit, not me!!" Liselotte yelled loudly, and they turned to fight physically right away.
"You seem fine." Riagán approached Killa. "Do you like it? I really don't…I went with Father once it's enough." He said,
"Cause you're pussy." Liselotte turned to tease him
"And I like them too." Riagán teased back,
"Ew," Liselotte made a sound with a disgusting face.
'They're the ones who ask me questions. I haven't answered a single one yet, and they seemed not to care anyway,' Killa thought.
"Oh, you're bleeding." Riagán noticed both her hands and a bodyguard hurried to give Killa a tissue.
"It's them, not mine." Killa picked up a tissue, wiped it out, and returned it to the same bodyguard. He bowed to her and took it.
They were just shocked and watched her get up and walk away.
"She's quite scary," Liselotte mumbled.
Father's office
Yeongho stood watching Father smoke a cigar and looked at his clothes to see some mess on his body.
'Not a single drop of blood? His clothes are still tidy too... but the blood is all over Killa...is she hurt?' Yeongho thought.
"I want Killa to come with us." Germogen opened the conversation,
"Next time?" Yeongho asked calmly,
"Every mission." His father corrected,
"Yes," Yeongho replied, looking at his father's back and turning the files. "How was the business, Father?" he asked,
"Good."
"It must be easy you look...clean," Yeongho said,
"Heh," His father smirked, turned around, and sat on the desk facing him, "because Killa did it all..."
After the test, Germogen gave it to Killa, the youngest daughter. He was very impressed and asked her to come to the mission, the business work outside the castle that needed to be handled by negotiation in person and sometimes by violence. Killa helped Father with Yeongho—Killa was his left hand, and Yeongho was his right one. The three of them were like an anthem, the face of Lysander. Mafia gangs started to know the youngest daughter of Lysander.