"But why did you go to him with this, father?" Kele asked in the present, whereupon Etele just folded his arms in front of him and sighed heavily.
"He was the only one of the three of you who I knew that if I appeared in front of him, his first reaction would not be to close his eyes, but to start staring. For a successful contract, you have to look the subject in the eyes, that's all." Svihák shrugged.
"But if you wanted to haunt the founder of the tribe, why didn't you make a contract with him. It would have been easier to get on his nerves if you were always by his side." Teveli asked, then thought for a moment, holding his chin.
"Laik may be useless, but he's not completely stupid." Etele rolled his ghostly eyes. "And with the Witch, we specifically paid attention to making sure he at least learned the basics perfectly, since he had no sense of fighting in none of our methods." He finished explaining.
"So you were around him after that, Grandpa?" Citar asked curiously.
"Yeah, I think he got on my nerves more than brother's, with his nonsense. The fact that he stole this and that from him and turned everything upside down didn't exactly make his days miserable." Kamu pulled his lips into a faint half-smile.
"Then I have another question." Citar raised his hand as if to speak, then looked suspiciously in Etele's direction. "If you were always there with him, how could you not know about this?" The Bolacsuk boy asked, pointing first at Kamu, then around the room, indicating that he was thinking of the Immortal Mist.
"You know, I was a little busy trying to get on my son's nerves and when he wasn't around, I tried not to hang around his neck." Here Etele waved a hand. "Besides, I got tired of teasing Laik pretty quickly and went to see the world instead."
"Pretty quickly?" Kamu's eyes widened. "You know, dad, we have quite different opinions about the meaning of the word quick! You were in my ass for two years and I had to watch you so you didn't get anywhere near the Mist." The ghost-man spread his arms.
"It's pretty fast given that you are talking about Svihák." Razvan interrupted. "Usually, if he has a beef with someone, it takes at least five years for him to calm down." He waved, but everyone looked at him in surprise at his statement. "What are you looking at like that now? I know from experience. And I even worked on getting him to forgive me." The leader of the Athamanas sighed heavily.
"You deserved it." Etele wrinkled his nose. "I got knocked out for three days and when I came to myself I didn't even know where I was, because someone simply took me with them." The ghost growled at the leader of the Athamanas, but the young man just laughed.
"I would say I'm sorry, but you know I'm not." Razvan waved a hand. "I'll spare us both the unnecessary apologies." The young man shrugged. "But let's get back to you Kamu, what happened after Svihák left you?" He asked, and the ghost-man sighed heavily.
"Not much for a while. Then the first letter came." He closed his eyes. "I usually didn't care who had to be put down, because I had no connection to the subject." He started slowly, then sighed heavily. "That was the first time I was able to associate a face with the name on the letter without any research." The ghost-man stared at his hands.
"Did you know him?" Teveli asked, whereupon Kamu just started giggling.
"Not really, but I met him and my brother knew him very well." He glanced at Kele.
"Zerik?" The other Teike boy's eyes widened, but his question only received a nod in response.
"Then, as soon as I finished the task, the next one came, and the next one." Kamu swallowed hard. "On the third one, I realized that everyone I had to get rid of was a chieftain, in Szilvia's case, a chieftainess." The leader of the Immortal Mist explained.
"But Liza wasn't a chieftainess and no one ever knew where she was, she just appeared and then disappeared like clouds in the sky." Kele narrowed his eyes.
"Her case was strange in more ways than one." Kamu's hands pressed against the armrest of his chair. "She wasn't easy to follow. Eliminating her took the longest. I accepted every request, but the request only mentioned the woman, not the baby. I let her give birth before I started looking for her." He starts the story.
"Liza was pregnant?" Kele blinked.
"You didn't know?" Kamu asked surprised. "When I received the request, she was only two, at most three months away from giving birth."
"We met very rarely at that time, but she never talked about anyone, I didn't know that she had started a family. If I knew..." He started, then sighed. "At least the child's father was there." He lowered his head, grief clearly visible on his features.
"The father was nowhere to be found." Kamu suddenly remarked, which drew attention to himself again. "I watched her house for weeks, no one ever came to her. Then I couldn't take it anymore. I had a deadline and I was already pressed for time. I will never forget that evening." Another story began.
Kamu approached the house in the middle of the forest where the woman lived under the cover of night. He couldn't think of her as an acquaintance. If he thought of her as a stranger, like all his other tasks, he could do what he had to do much more easily. That was the evening, the last evening of the woman's life. Of course, the woman who controlled the lion monster greeted him with open arms when he appeared at her door. Completing the task was ridiculously easy.
"I'm sorry." That was all he said to the woman before stabbing her in the back. The other didn't even have time to defend herself, let alone summon her lion. Kamu looked at the woman lying on the floor of the wooden house with a gloomy look, as always in the latter cases, it took him a long time to collect himself. But now he had a little help.
The child cried in the cradle, Kamu immediately turned on his heel, his gaze widened and for the first time in his assassin career he became uncertain. He walked slowly to the cradle. The baby was a little boy, with brown hair and huge brown eyes. When Kamu looked down at him, the baby smiled up at his mother's murderer. The tough leader of the Mist became uncertain and he didn't know how long he stood by the cradle, wrestling with himself, before he came to a decision.
"I can't leave you here alone. I owe your mother that much. Come, little one, from now on I'll take care of you." He whispered and lifted the child out of the cradle, he could barely see the small house behind him when he heard a deep, sad cry. He immediately stopped and looked back towards the house. An unknown figure stood in the doorway of the cottage, as if he were looking straight at him. Tears were streaming down his face and as he walked towards Kamu, the Mist's head started to race.
The baby cried in his arms, but he couldn't stop if the stranger caught him, he was dead. Then the crying stopped and when Kamu looked down at his hands the baby had literally faded and vanished into nothingness. The young killer's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Who knows how long he would have stayed like that if he hadn't heard the voice of his pursuer. Without the child, it was easy to escape. A wicked smile played on his lips as he used his family's ability. He knew that as a ghost, no one would find him.