"I've seen demons, and they weren't nearly as handsome as us!" Robet shook his head and unleashed a wave of energy. Sloan and the car were blasted to pieces, leaving nothing behind. Robet then shot straight into the sky and flew home.
As for the codebook, Robet didn't bother looking through it. Deciphering the Fate Weaver's messages was Clark's job, and Robet wasn't good at that sort of thing.
Sometimes, Robet thought Clark wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. But at times like this, he had to admit that Clark's brain was pretty impressive!
When Clark saw Sloan die just like that, he was surprised by how little it affected him. It seemed he was already starting to get used to Robet's way of doing things.
It wasn't that he was getting used to Robet killing people indiscriminately. Rather, he was gradually realizing that for the Brotherhood's assassins who came after them, getting rid of them might be the best way to handle things...
"Here!" A while later, Robet returned home and handed Clark the codebook.
"Hm? Robet? Why are you back? Didn't you have school today?" Just as Clark took the codebook, Martha spotted Robet and looked at him in confusion.
"Uh..." A trace of awkwardness crossed Robet's face. He looked nothing like the man who'd killed without blinking earlier. Instead, he glanced at Clark, waiting for him to bail him out.
"..." Clark's expression stiffened too. So much had happened that day: first, two Brotherhood assassins had come to attack them, then Robet had raced a great distance to wipe out the Brotherhood, killed a whole lot of assassins, and brought back the Fate Weaver's codebook.
After all the killing Robet had done, Clark was still trying to process things. And with his attention focused on why the Fate Weaver wanted him dead, he'd completely forgotten that Robet had skipped school.
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The brothers exchanged a glance. For a moment, neither knew how to answer, so they began quietly talking through Telepathic Communication, trying to pass the buck.
Robet: "Clark, this whole mess happened because of you, so you can explain it!"
Clark: "You know I'm no good at lying. You're better suited to this kind of thing..."
Robet: "Then forget it. I'll just tell the truth. We'll have to come clean eventually anyway!"
Clark: "Wait! Let me think of a good way to cover it up!"
"What's going on? Why are you two acting so secretive?" Seeing Robet and Clark staring at each other without saying a word, Martha eyed her sons suspiciously. She had no idea they were communicating in secret.
"What's going on? Hm? Robet, why are you home? Clark, what's that book you're holding? Do we have any books that old?" Jonathan had heard the commotion and come over. When he saw the codebook in Robet and Clark's hands, he froze and asked without thinking.
"Uh..." Clark had been making up an excuse, but Jonathan had interrupted him. Robet thought it over briefly and decided it was better to tell the truth.
After all, Robet had only just begun exploring this world. Today, some Fate Weaver had set its sights on Clark. Who knew, tomorrow some Fate Printer might print Clark's name?
So he might as well tell Martha and Jonathan the truth and give them some time to prepare.
"Here's what happened..." Robet glanced at Clark and spoke softly. "Two assassins came to kill us today..."
"What?!" The Kents cried out and hurried over to check whether Clark and Robet were hurt.
"Robet!" Clark's expression shifted. He was helpless in the face of Robet's unreasonable betrayal. He'd almost come up with the perfect explanation, so why had Robet blurted everything out?
"What happened? Were you discovered when you saved me before?" Jonathan suddenly thought of something and looked at his sons with concern.
"We don't know the exact reason yet, but it probably isn't connected, right?" Robet shrugged and looked at Clark. "How about you try cracking the code first? I'll tell Mom and Dad what happened today."
"If you think you can tell them about everything you did, then go ahead!" Clark shot Robet an exasperated look and opened the codebook.
"What's the big deal? Do you think Mom and Dad will be angry because I killed the assassins who attacked us?" Robet spread his hands and told the Kents what had happened that day. As he spoke, their mouths fell open.
"You killed so many people..." Martha said instinctively, her brows drawing together.
"Mom, they were assassins. They got what they deserved, and besides, they threatened us..." Robet blinked, but Martha cut him off before he could finish.
"Are you hurt? Were you scared? Did you leave any evidence behind? Didn't Clark say the police went there?" Martha asked anxiously, looking Robet over with concern.
"Uh..." The sudden change of subject left Robet at a loss. Even Clark looked up at Martha in surprise.
Martha would still have cared about Robet before, but she wouldn't have been able to accept his killing someone without a word, even if they were an assassin.
But the tornado that had almost taken Jonathan away had made Martha cherish her family even more. She couldn't bear to see her family torn apart.
Besides, according to Robet, the Brotherhood was a band of ruthless killers who had already targeted their family. What was wrong with Robet striking back?
Martha was still kind, and she would never approve of Robet killing innocent people. But if anyone tried to hurt her family, she would stand firmly and fearlessly by their side!
That tornado had changed the way the Kent Family saw things. Even Jonathan spoke with a grave expression. "First, we need to find out why Clark's been targeted. If your abilities have been exposed, we may have to find a way to leave!"
"I told you before that I didn't want you showing your abilities in front of outsiders. But if my words made you sit helplessly by when you were in danger, then I've failed as a father!"
The main reason Jonathan hadn't wanted his sons' abilities to be exposed was to protect them. But if their safety was already under threat, what use was the rule about keeping their powers secret?
Jonathan could accept sacrificing himself to protect his sons' secret. But he would never allow his sons to give up fighting back when they had the power to face danger, all because of how he'd raised them!
Jonathan was a kind man, but he had things he wanted to protect, and his family was foremost among them. If he'd been the one to see a Brotherhood assassin target his family, he would have grabbed his gun and fired without hesitation. He wouldn't let his family face even the slightest threat!
Could a father who couldn't even protect his own family really call himself a man?!
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