Why Should I Stop Being a Villain

Eva and Kevin were sitting in the car on their way back home, without Elena who was with Louis, who had taken her to their mansion to heal her injuries. Their personal teams of healers were enough to treat Elena's injuries, as she had no internal injuries. Her broken bones could be fixed within a few days using potions. There were potions that could fix internal injuries quickly, but to withstand the mana in them, you needed to be of a higher rank.

"Why did you stop me? I could have avenged Elena right there!" Kevin, who had been silent for a while, spoke up after a long time.

Eva looked at him and sighed.

"She can get away with it because the Rothschilds have a similar status to the Grevilles, but do you want to drag your family into this mess because of this?" Her answer made Kevin realize her point.

"Kevin, I am also quite angry right now, but we can have our chance when the World Academy starts." She continued,

"Elena only lost because we didn't know that damn bastard was already an awakened person." Eva gritted her teeth.

Kevin was surprised, as Eva usually never used such words, as she was always calm despite the situation. But it seemed like seeing her friend like that had made her quite angry.

"Don't worry, even if Amelia tries to stop me, I will avenge Elena at the World Academy," Kevin spoke.

"Yeah, my family would also not interfere in this matter when we enter there." Eva said, as the World Academy was a gathering of talents and duels were common there. The mood was a bit heavy, so they didn't speak much during the ride.

Louis, who was sitting on a chair beside Elena, who was sleeping on the bed, looked at her and clenched his hands so much that blood started dripping from them.

"Damn, why did I agree to her plan? If only I had stopped her..." He saw the maids enter to take care of Elena, so he stopped talking and stood up and left the room. He arrived in his bedroom and walked around from one end to another. His emotions were out of control as he felt his ego taking over his rationality at this moment.

"How will I explain all this to James? F***!!" He threw a vase at the wall angrily. His mind was not working properly, as anger clouded his judgement. He took his phone and sent a text,

<L.R> [Contract for Assassination, Target: Asher Greville, Price: Doesn't matter]

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In an underground building in some unknown continent, a person received a text on his system and opened it, as it was from a VIP member.

"Contract for Assassination... Hmmm, I should just send it to the boss directly," The man forwarded the message to his boss, seeing the message was from a VIP.

In a gym-like room, a shirtless man with a spider tattoo on his back was practicing his reflexes against a training golem, but he stopped as he saw a text on his phone. He took his towel to wipe his sweat and picked up his phone to check it out.

"Contract from a VIP, sounds like some money." He laughed and started to check the description of the job.

"Target: Asher Greville.....Greville.......Greville hmmm.. WHAT THE F***?"

"Who is this retard that posted this job to us?" He couldn't know the name of the person who posted this job, as the client's identity remained hidden for such shady organizations. He dialed a number and spoke,

"Whoever sent this contract, reject it and block him. That bastard is trying to get us all killed." He shouted at his underling, who didn't know what had gone so wrong for his boss to react so much.

"Okay Boss" He immediately sent the message back to the client.

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Louis, who received a text, looked at his phone.

<Spyder> [Contract Rejected and you have been blocked]

Seeing the text, Louis' anger once again rose up as he threw his phone at the wall, breaking his phone and making a hole in the wall at the same time. Listening to the commotions, some of the guards came in, but Louis, who was annoyed, just sent them back angrily.

"I will return this humiliation back," Louis said as he remembered the indifferent face of Asher telling him to get out.

It was late in the morning and everyone had gone back. The twins had gone back to sleep and Damian also left after chatting with Amelia and Asher a bit. Asher was in the living room sitting across the rest of his family.

"Now brat, tell me how did you become even more of a battle freak than your father?" Nathan spoke.

"Watch your words, old man, or next time my sword might just break those old bones of yours!" Arthur immediately spoke to defend himself.

"Can we not do this?" Amelia, who was clearly tired from all this, voiced her opinion.

"Yeah, but I need to say this now. Amelia, you should stay away from those kids. Seeing that they don't even know how to respect others while attending their events shows their future a lot." Sylvie told Amelia.

"But they were not like this when I met them 6 months ago back in Desmar," Amelia tried to defend them a bit.

"And Asher, be a bit more moderate at the World Academy. Evem we cannot interfere with their rules," Sylvie advised him, to which Asher just nodded.

"So when do we start their training?" Arthur questioned Nathan.

"Let the kids rest today. Me and this brat can start tomorrow," Nathan replied.

They talked some more, most of the time it was just Nathan and Arthur giving each other cheap comebacks. Amelia didn't bother stopping them anymore, as she felt this would drain more of her energy.

Asher got up and decided to leave the room, but he stopped as he heard Sylvie,

"Asher, you didn't tell us who sent you that painting?" Sylvie remembered and decided to ask him.

"Nothing, just a painter I came across on my Picstagram profile," Asher smiled and walked back to his room. There was a good 10 seconds of silence in the living room.

"H-H-H-He smiled?" Amelia had her mouth opened as she pointed at the staircase.

"Did you guys see what I saw?" Nathan was stupendously looking at Arthur and Sylvie.

"He smiled for the second time now," Sylvie spoke as she was more happy than surprised then her first time. For her, it seemed that her son was finally opening his locked heart.

"SECOND TIME!!?" Amelia shocked turned her head towards Sylvie.

"But who was that gift from to bring out this side of him?" Arthur was curious as he thought about it.

"I don't think he would tell us, so let's respect his wishes for now," Sylvie warned Arthur as she knew him best.

Nathan was silent as he thought about many things and decided to leave the room,

"I will go back to my room for now," he immediately disappeared from the room, leaving the three baffled people behind. As he arrived in his personal chambers, he sat down on his seat and closed his eyes for a while before opening them again.

"He is showing emotions now, so should I teach him my own arts or not?" Nathan pondered this. He was not sure whether to teach Asher the Greville family art or the style which gained him the title of the sword god. Although Nathan, being a greatsword user, could not actually fully teach Asher his swordmanship, but the basics were the same.

The only issue was Nathan being worried about Asher's nature. Nathan always felt that Asher didn't feel attached to anything, which made him skeptical about teaching such deadly arts to him. Although he was famous for cruelty towards his enemies and his deadly sword arts, he never let his bloodlust cloud his emotions. But seeing Asher gave him some doubts. But his last smile unknowingly helped Nathan arrive at his conclusion.

Even his movements today were the best implementations of what he watched and learned in his training when he was young. But in reality, that was not the full potential of Asher. He was skilled in attacking people with the intention of killing them in his mind, so he was holding back a lot to not target Elena's vital points intentionally while fighting.

Asher, who had just arrived in his room, walked up to the painting and looked at it for a minute before changing into more casual clothes. Unlike other members of his family, Asher disliked having maids come into his room for small tasks, so he restricted access to his room unless it was important or he had called for someone.

He enjoyed his alone time, as it allowed him to think things through. He stared at the painting for a long time and finally spoke, "Should I just interfere with everything?" Asher immediately dismissed the thought. Although he liked to get things done quickly, he knew that what he felt about the future might not be the same for others.

"Let's wait until the academy to start my plan," he said as he took his phone and sent a message of thanks to the person who painted this picture. His face appeared calm, but it was not indifferent. Although slightly, his chaotic thoughts and raging bloodlust were calmer for now. It was still afternoon and he didn't want to waste his time, so he decided to go do his daily training.

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