The Assassin King Reincarnated in a Weak Student

Chapter 002

Each word fell like a knife stabbing into Kieran’s heart.

“I belong only to you,” Catherine wrapped her arms around Laxon’s neck. “Your lover. Your fiancée. And your future wife.”

Hearing that, Kieran lowered his head slightly, not in defeat, but because he needed a fraction of a second to steady his suddenly erratic heartbeat.

So that was why.

Her awkward smiles. The reasons she always kept her distance. The looks he once thought were shy… were actually disgust.

How foolish he had been. He, who could read killing intent from the slightest shift of a shoulder, yet failed to see through the lies of the woman who claimed to love him.

Slowly, Kieran lifted his face again. His expression had returned to being flat. Almost unshaken.

“What does all this mean?” he asked calmly.

Laxon raised an eyebrow, as if amused that Kieran could still stand straight after being humiliated like that.

“What else do you think?” he replied casually. “You’re always smart, Kieran. Don’t tell me you truly know nothing? From the very beginning, you were just a pawn. You’ve always been the family’s obedient dog…”

Laxon’s gaze hardened.

“When a pawn no longer has value, and an obedient dog is no longer useful, what do you think should be done?”

Silence enveloped the rooftop. The night wind blew softly, brushing the hem of Kieran’s coat. Beneath the dim spotlight, Laxon remained seated casually with Catherine on his lap, as if enjoying a private show.

His gaze traced Kieran’s face, observing even the slightest change, like a child waiting for his toy to crack.

Yet all he saw was calmness. Flat, controlled, unreadable. Boring.

The corner of Laxon’s lips lowered slightly. He had always hated that, an expressionless face that never begged, never cried, as if it never truly shattered. Since childhood, Kieran had been nothing more than a tool. The family’s servant. A stepping stone to solidify his position as the rightful heir.

And tools should know their place when they are no longer needed.

“I’ll give you two choices,” Laxon finally said, his voice light as though offering a dinner menu. “Jump… or die by my hand.”

He leaned back more comfortably.

“The choice is yours. Choose carefully. Your time is short.”

Kieran understood his meaning without further explanation. To be removed, erased, eliminated, it was the same as death.

Ironically, he was not afraid of death. Five years of training that had nearly taken his life countless times. Five more years walking among bullets and other people’s blood. He had stood on the edge between life and death too many times to consider death something frightening.

However… it would be a pity if he died now.

Slowly, he lifted his face and looked at Laxon with a gaze calmer than before.

“How is my mother?” he asked.

That was all he wanted to know. The only person who had ever given him warmth. The only light in the gray world that had forced him to grow up too fast.

Unconsciously, his gaze shifted to Catherine.

Whatever the truth behind the act… his feelings had been real. In those years filled with blood and cold orders, Catherine had been a pause, like a sleeping pill and a sedative.

Noticing the direction of his gaze, Laxon immediately pulled Catherine closer to his chest, his arm wrapping possessively around her waist.

“Oh?” Laxon smiled crookedly. “Still caring about someone else at a time like this?”

He stared at Kieran for a few seconds, then spoke in a light tone that felt even more cruel.

“As a reward for your services in cleaning up all the Viremont family’s filth and helping solidify my position, I’ll give you a gift.”

He paused briefly.

“Your mother has been dead for years.”

The world seemed to stop.

“You—” Kieran’s voice broke off, not from fear, but from sudden loss and realization. Yes, he had pushed this possibility away from his mind countless times, but who would have thought this was the truth?

Laxon lifted his hand slightly, signaling him to be silent. And irritatingly, his body truly fell silent.

It was a reflex Kieran had planted within himself. The reflex of a subordinate toward a superior, the Viremont family.

No matter how much he hated them, his body had been forged to obey. As if there were an invisible button pressing down on his consciousness.

Laxon smiled in satisfaction at the sight.

“That’s why we kept sending women to you. To make sure you stayed attached. To make sure you had a reason to return and remain under control.”

He gently stroked Catherine’s hair.

“Unfortunately, out of all the bait we sent… you ended up falling in love with mine.”

“Tsk. How pathetic.”

Kieran did not respond. His mind was blank. Completely blank.

His mother had been dead for years, and all this time he had been killing with the belief that one day he would be useful enough to be allowed to see her.

He had been living in a lie. Deceived, used, toyed with, and now?

What could he do? Nothing.

Slowly, Kieran stood upright. His back straight, his face once again devoid of emotion.

He turned to look at the city below, glittering with lights. Life went on. People laughed, unaware that someone above this building had just lost everything.

“Alright,” he murmured softly. “It’s all over.”

Before anyone could react, he moved. With speed and agility honed over years, he climbed onto the concrete railing in one smooth motion.

He glanced at them one last time, at his half-brother, at the woman he once loved, at the family that had never truly considered him human. Then he extended his hand as if reaching for something unseen.

By the time the others reacted, Kieran was no longer in front of them.

“He actually jumped?!” Laxon exclaimed, immediately confirmed by the man who had been standing closest to Kieran’s previous position.

Then his right-hand man said, “Young Master, Master ordered that he be killed quietly to avoid causing a commotion. If he jumps…”

“Shut up!” Laxon barked. “Who would’ve thought he’d rather die by jumping, huh? Tell the people below to clean up the scene.”

“Yes.”

However, just as Laxon stood with Catherine and was about to leave as quickly as possible, the sound of police sirens roared through the night.