58 Absquatulate : Part 1

"I scared him away, yes. But a good manipulator doesn't have to use power to make him obey. You just have to make him believe he is born to be a murderer." The mercenary spat in the haze of anger, ignoring how Axel was standing behind the tree, listening to him all along.

The boy bit his lips at the remark. He knew he was being manipulated. He was aware of that fact. He was aware that he was denying it. But hearing the words from his own brother, he had to admit that it hurt.

God, it really hurt.

"It's a shame really, that you are weaker than me, considering you have power." His brother continued, and Axel found himself trying to ignore everything as he diverted his gaze to the surroundings.

"I am a Machiavellian, and you are just a wannabe." The words remained mocking while his brother's mouth never stopped spitting bitterness.