Zoldyck Family ancestral estate, second-floor study.
After dealing with the day's trivial matters, Silva sat in his leather chair, somewhat weary.
Frowning, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the soreness in his eyes.
"Gotoh, change the pot of tea."
With the year drawing to a close, there was always more to deal with.
Though they were merely family businesses, the large and small matters, internal and external, all piled together and made him irritable.
Picking up the mission list set aside nearby, Silva habitually frowned.
Ever since that brat Killua had run off to play, some of the family's special-grade assignments had been piling up.
He had originally planned to hand them to Alluka, but lately, because her troublesome older brother had run off, the little brat had been worried sick and absent-minded all day.
On top of that, she had only just gained control of her power. Silva was deeply uneasy, afraid she would cause some trouble right before the new year.
There was no helping it. The people who should have "died" last month were still alive and well.
With a quiet sigh, Silva couldn't very well trouble his own father, so he could only burden his older son instead.
"Give these to Cole—"
Halfway through his sentence, Silva suddenly froze, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Rarely, a trace of confusion appeared on the older assassin's face.
It seemed as though he was trying to remember something, yet also as though he remembered nothing at all.
The considerate butler naturally picked up the conversation, easing his master's awkwardness. "Should these be given to Young Master Illumi?"
After all, aside from the exceptionally gifted Killua, Illumi, the eldest young master, was the only one in this household capable of taking on such assassination assignments.
Young Master