In the backyard of Hopewell Sanctuary, Jason was sweeping fallen flower petals when he heard a bell ring.
Someone had entered the confessional.
Through the hollow wooden partition, he received a system prompt that the person on the opposite side was a Bronze-tier target.
A cold female voice spoke: "Father Jason?"
"That's me."
There was the sound of a door opening on the opposite side, and then the door on Jason's side swung open as a figure rushed in.
A warm body with a distinctive scent settled directly across his thighs.
In the cramped confessional, the temperature began to rise.
Hiss!
Jason swallowed hard. He could clearly feel the visitor's elastic curves and toned thigh muscles against him.
Two slender arms draped over his shoulders, bringing them close enough that her breath caressed his face.
Through cascading golden curls, he could clearly see her face—fair, delicate skin, deep-set eyes, fiery red lips, and piercing gaze.
Angelina Jolie... no, this is Fox from the Fraternity!
He instantly understood—it seemed the Fraternity had been tracking Wesley.
But what did this deadly goddess intend? To kill him or seduce him?
If it was the former, he would fight back with all his might; if it was the latter... he would also fight back with all his might!
Fox lowered her right hand, placed it firmly on Jason's chest, and began searching for something.
"What did you tell Wesley?"
Jason felt an inexplicable anger rising within him, his heart racing.
He was thirty-three in his previous life, twenty-two in this one—over fifty years of combined experience. How could he be manhandled like this?
Damn, does she think my weapon is just for show?
"Who? Wesley who?" he feigned confusion.
Fox paused, continued her search, found what she was looking for, and pinched firmly.
Hiss!
Jason immediately regained his composure. "Hey, what do you think you're doing? This is a church! Get off me right now!"
He began pushing her away, and she resisted.
Within the small confessional, the aging wooden bench creaked ominously.
Until...
"SMACK!"
Jason suddenly delivered a sharp slap to Fox's backside, causing her to freeze in shock.
"You naughty girl, God will hold me accountable if He sees this!"
"CLICK."
A loaded pistol pressed against Jason's temple.
"Remove your right hand from my hip, and your left from around my waist!"
Jason raised his hands in compliance.
"I'll ask once more: what did you tell Wesley?"
Jason shrugged helplessly. "Don't be hasty. We simply discussed how Sloan betrayed his principles for financial gain, using you to eliminate innocent people. Then, when Cross discovered this, Sloan manipulated you into training Cross's son to kill his own father."
Fox was momentarily stunned.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
"You and Cross worked together for years—why the sudden distrust? The Loom of Fate may be infallible, but can you truly say Sloan is free from selfish motives? Cross had evidence. Did you ever give him the chance to present it? Ask yourself—should any righteous organization really condone training a son to kill his own father? The truth is, Sloan's orders were simple: eliminate and silence every witness."
Fox's jaw dropped, her face registering disbelief.
The man before her had accurately described the recent turmoil within the Fraternity but had provided a completely different explanation.
Emotionally, she should trust Sloan and the Fraternity.
But deep down, doubt began to take root.
Cross's unexpected betrayal, Sloan's questionable orders, the heinous crime of manipulating a son to kill his father—all these anomalies surfaced in her mind simultaneously.
Reading her expression, Jason knew his revelation had hit hard, but it was the truth.
He gently pushed away the hand holding the gun and looked directly into her eyes. "Your name has already appeared on the list. So has the Repairman's, the Butcher's, the Russian's... everyone's name except Wesley's, who hasn't yet completed his assignment."
Fox shuddered involuntarily.
Seeing the beautiful assassin's distress, Jason momentarily set aside his more predatory instincts.
"Fox, I know a way to alleviate sorrow. Would you like to try it?"
Fox's eyes widened. "What?" Before she could finish, she suddenly felt her wrists bound, causing her to fall forward against a solid chest.
A breath with a refreshing scent played across her neck.
"Ah~"
A tingling sensation spread from her neck, and an extraordinary feeling coursed through her body...
...
Twilight descended over Hopewell Sanctuary's backyard.
Around a circular table, dinner was in progress.
Jason and Fox sat unusually close, conversing in hushed tones between bites.
"Sloan must atone for his actions, but those who acted in ignorance need not suffer. You may bear guilt, but the world needs you. Your task isn't merely to atone—it's to achieve redemption. Kill to gain redemption!"
Fox's eyes reflected confusion and contemplation.
David glanced up from his bowl of rice, eyeing Fox, then Jason.
Damn, does being handsome really grant you such liberties? First that woman sneaking into your bedroom yesterday, and now this? Don't think I haven't noticed, you bastard!
"But what will happen to the Fraternity if we eliminate Sloan?" Fox asked.
"The Fraternity will continue operating—with you as its leader."
Fox started, then lapsed into deep thought, seemingly evaluating the feasibility of this proposition.
Notably, Jason had now converted two vampires using his Daywalker Blood, with markedly different results.
Alessa had transformed from a seductive, poison-wielding femme fatale into someone resembling a virtuous wife.
Fox, conversely, had barely changed. While she followed Jason's directives, she maintained her distinctive personality—clean, decisive, heroic, and bold.
The church doorbell chimed.
David opened the door and escorted two visitors inside: Wesley and his father, Cross.
Upon entering, Cross immediately cast a wary glance at Fox. Seeing her relatively neutral reaction, he turned his cautious attention to Jason.
They took their seats.
Cross dispensed with pleasantries. "How do you know so much about the Fraternity, Father?"
Jason smiled. "Didn't Wesley explain it to you?"
He had indeed tried, but Cross remained skeptical.
Knight of God? Preposterous!
Jason observed his expression and intuited his thoughts.
"Mr. Cross, do you doubt God's existence, or merely my status as His knight?"
I don't believe any of it! That's what Cross thought.
Jason perceived this and shook his head in mild rebuke. "You place faith in the Loom of Fate but not in God? Have you considered the meaning of your own name? 'Cross'—derived from 'cross.' How can you reject God or any form of divine authority? Heresy!"
Jason smiled. "The Fraternity exists because of the Loom of Fate, and you serve as its executioners. I represent a synthesis of both roles. I am the police, the judge, the jury, and the executioner!"
Cross frowned slightly, considering this. "Father, do you believe I am guilty?"
"Yes."
"What about Fox?"
"Yes."
"And Wesley?"
"No."
"What about yourself?"
Jason laughed. "I should have been guilty."
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