"It’s been a while, Young Master."
Everyone in the cage — Scarlet, Chuck, Tyga, and Kean the medic — knitted their brows. Jarvis’s voice was calm, almost kind, but what struck them was what he said to Haji.
"Young... young master?" Chuck blurted out in disbelief. "Hey, why is he calling you that?"
The rest waited for an answer until Jarvis shot them a sidelong glance.
"It seems your new friends don’t know?" Jarvis hummed playfully, then set his eyes on Haji.
Haji’s eyes burned as he glared at Jarvis with utter resentment. He clenched his teeth and moved his body, but the ropes binding him kept him still.
"Get me out of here," he hissed. "Jarvis, you bastard..."
The more Haji struggled, the tighter the ropes across his torso became. As for Jarvis, he merely maintained his smile, calmly staring at the young man before him.
"Why don’t you tell your friends about this place, Hajime?" Jarvis said, dragging out his words as if emphasizing every syllable. He casually walked back and sat on the divan, resting one leg over the other.
As soon as he settled into the cushion, he habitually reached inside his coat for the cigar he kept there.
"The beautiful young lady with you described this place perfectly," he teased, tilting his head toward Haji while holding the cigar. "You already knew what this place was, didn’t you?"
"What are you talking about?" Scarlet asked, her breathing controlled as she eyed Jarvis with hostility.
That gentleman might sound kind, but she knew from the deepest core of her soul that there was something deeply wrong about him.
Jarvis was a dangerous man. That was what her instincts screamed.
Jarvis lit his cigar and leaned back, giving Scarlet a brief look before returning his gaze to Haji. "This place... is the same place our little young master once lived."
"What?" Tyga, the tech guy, scoffed. "This was your house?!"
Then Kean, their medic, turned to Haji. "Didn’t you say you worked in the mines?"
Despite their shock, they weren’t foolish enough to expose factual information. Even though Haji had told them he worked underground with his grandfather and grew up helping him in the sewers, none of them were careless enough to push further.
But regardless of their caution, Jarvis was too sharp.
"Well, he did work underground," Jarvis nodded. "He was this small when he first began."
He raised a hand, palm facing down, indicating Haji’s height back then.
"How time has passed," he breathed, lowering his hand. "I was against the idea of you and your grandfather working underground. But the governor found pleasure in watching you and your entire family’s downfall for years."
He sighed heavily and shook his head. "In the end, I was right."
In the past, Jarvis had wanted to execute this family and end their lineage entirely. There were many people in Ravah who still secretly supported them, especially in this region. Jarvis feared that once Haji grew into a man, he would start a revolution — reclaim what was "rightfully his."
But the governor wouldn’t listen.
So, Jarvis planned to end Haji when the time was right.
Sadly, before he could, Haji escaped Ravah by faking his death.
Years later, Haji hadn’t started a rebellion, but he brought a burglar with him. The most infuriating part was that the two of them — Haji and Lola — managed to escape again.


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