After Zhou Yi left.
Carlos looked at Wesley, who had been watching him the whole time, feeling rather helpless.
"Ask whatever you want to ask."
"...I just feel like this is really unreliable..." Wesley thought for a moment before speaking.
"Why do you think it's unreliable?" Carlos picked up a gun from the table and began inspecting it as he spoke.
"Is it because you think what we're about to do is impossible, or because what we're doing now is too different from what you imagined?"
"...A little of both." Wesley nodded hesitantly.
"As for what we're about to do, I wouldn't have brought you in if I weren't confident."
Carlos said, "You think it's impossible, but in reality... the Assassin Brotherhood has fewer than a hundred people now."
Wesley: "???"
So how had two organizations with thousand-year legacies ended up in such a state?
Perhaps seeing Wesley's confusion, Carlos explained, "Do you remember what I told you in the car about the Assassin Brotherhood's creed?"
"Freedom, fate, and... kill one to save a thousand?" Wesley recalled.
"Yes. Then you should understand just how difficult it is to uphold such a belief."
"Over all these years, although we won the war against the Templar Knights, the Assassins themselves suffered devastating losses."
"Without enemies, there was no struggle, so fresh blood gradually dwindled as well."
"But that doesn't mean our task is easy," Carlos said.
"With fewer than a hundred people, the Assassin Brotherhood was still one of the most untouchable organizations in the world."
"Because every Assassin possessed formidable combat ability and an Assassin Bloodline like ours. The only difference was how long each person could activate it and how strong its enhancement effects were."
"So the task isn't utterly impossible, but it certainly isn't simple either. We can also