You don't even want to call me godfather

Chapter 87: When two tigers fight, one will lose

A burst of noisy sounds rushed into Koshe's ears. He slowly opened his eyes. The sunlight, which was more dazzling than the previous soft light, made him frown slightly.

"Mr. Cascade?"

At this time, Koshe was standing at the door of the Great Hall, and what caught his eye were the guards who were busy dismantling roadblocks on the road outside.

"Mr. Cascade?" Beside him, the Knight looked at his absent-minded appearance and pulled him back from his thoughts, "Your cigarette..."

Before Koshei could react to the situation, he followed the Knight's gaze to his right hand, and the cigarette butt in his hand was about to burn his fingers.

He threw away the cigarette stiffly and rubbed his fingers, but his expression was still a little dull.

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Cascade?" The brows of the knight were knitted tightly under his helmet. Koshe looked a little abnormal, even abnormal, which made him a little worried. "Are you thinking about something?"

"...No, nothing." Koshe's eyes were erratic. He swept his gaze over the guards and passers-by on the street, and finally turned back and looked directly at the opening on the helmet of the Knight of the Cross. He changed the subject and dispelled his worries. "Are you going to go back? Or are you going to set off tomorrow morning?"

"It's almost evening, and Miss Viviana wants to wait until tomorrow morning," the Knight shrugged, with a hint of laughter in his tone, "She likes the hotel she's staying in now very much, and the waiters often come to deliver desserts and cakes."

"Humph, women always have a half-hearted attitude towards desserts, don't they?"

Koshe also chuckled, he reached out for his cigarette case, and prepared to light another cigarette to cover up his shock at the current situation.

After leaving the illusion, he arrived at a time that had already happened. He found it difficult to accept the fact that he had gotten a new opportunity.

"Ah, yes, although Miss Viviana often says that she doesn't like desserts because they will make her fat, but..."

As he spoke, Koshe felt the Knight's voice becoming softer and softer until it disappeared, replaced by a feeling similar to tinnitus.

He frowned slightly, concentrated his mind, and found something wrong.

The sound of the roadside guards pulling out nails when dismantling the roadblocks, the sound of the traffic police writing tickets on paper for illegal parking in the distance, and the heartbeat of himself and the Knight beside him.

These tiny sounds that were originally impossible to hear, now sounded as if they were right next to his ears.

"Then I'll see you later, Sister Iris!"

"Ah, um... okay."

It was at this moment that the conversation between Viviana and Iris, several meters behind him, reached his ears very clearly.

He relaxed, the tinnitus and tiny sounds disappeared, and he turned around following the sound of footsteps, just in time to see Viviana walking towards him after chatting with Iris.

"Let's go, Knight of the Cross," Viviana interrupted Knight of the Cross's muttering. She nodded slightly to Koshe, "Then, Mr. Cascade, we will leave first. I believe we will see you again in the near future."

"...Well, see you again if we are lucky. I look forward to the day when I see you again."

Koshe's farewell seemed a little casual because his attention was focused on the iris leaning against the wall.

Viviana, who was good at observing people's words and expressions, also noticed this. She glanced at Iris, smiled in confusion, and then left the hall with the Knight of the Cross as if nothing had happened.

Azazel stood beside Koshei, holding a gun. Even though the International Conference had ended, he still followed Ou Ya's orders and kept alert to his surroundings at all times.

Koshe's lips trembled, and he took a step towards the iris with mixed feelings.

The scene of Iris' death was still vivid in his mind, like an indelible haze surrounding him.

Under Iris's somewhat puzzled look, Koshe suddenly quickened his pace, walked up to her and hugged her tightly.

"Eh? Eh?"

Facing Koshe, Iris didn't even think about dodging. Koshe's powerful hug pushed her back a step, right against the wall.

Of course, she didn't know what had happened, but at this moment, Koshei even wanted to cry. This feeling of losing and regaining made him truly understand the importance of the iris to him.

More than a wolf hunter, more than just his agent, in the period after Destiny's death, what Iris did for the Cascade family and what she did for Koshe had already made her an existence that could be equated with family members for Koshe.

"Ko…Koshei?"

Iris waved her hands in the air a little at a loss, but feeling Koshe's trembling body and his sadness that was almost overflowing, she didn't ask any more questions, but just wrapped her arms around his body and comforted him silently.

"I'm sorry... Iris... I'm sorry... Just for now... Just for now..."

Koshe bent down slightly and rested his forehead on Iris' shoulder. At this moment, he didn't care about other people's eyes and thoughts at all. He just wanted to hold the person he had lost once tightly in his arms.

After a long time, Koshe seemed to have calmed down. He put his hands on Iris's shoulders, raised his head, looked at her eyes full of care and worry, and couldn't help shaking his head and grinning.

Perhaps even he himself could not believe that there would be a day when he would see irises again. Facts proved that the choices he made in the illusion before were correct. Because of this, he was able to regain possession of what he cherished.

But suddenly, the feeling of tinnitus appeared again, and the sound of steel rubbing against each other reached his ears. Koshei immediately became alert and concentrated, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"What's the matter, Koshe?"

Iris followed Koshe's gaze and saw a musketeer walking slowly towards them.

He stopped in front of the two men and placed the muzzle of the cannon in his hand on the ground to reduce the weight a little.

"Mr. Cascade, Commander Crowell wishes to see you."

The eyes under the gun rider's helmet were fixed on Koshei, who was protecting the iris behind his back with one hand, and he said so.

……

The huge church was empty, with only a figure standing in the center of the church.

He raised his head slightly and gazed at the statue of the Son of God at the front of the church.

“Cascade.”

After hearing Koshe's footsteps, he turned sideways and looked behind him.

"Mr. Crowell."

Koshe walked to the back of Clowell, stopped, put his hands behind his back, and looked forward.

"I arrived early," Clowell turned back when he saw Koshe standing there, and scanned the stained windows of the church one by one, "I want to visit this beautiful church."

It seemed to be a habitual action. While saying these words, Clowell's left hand kept swinging back and forth at his side.

Koshe didn't say anything. He just stood there motionless, his hands behind his back, resting on the pistol at his waist, keeping alert.

"You believe in Catholicism, Cascade," Clowell retracted his gaze, and he turned his head again, glancing at Koshe out of the corner of his eye. "I hope that by agreeing to meet in the church, we can be more...honest with each other."

"You wish." Koshe pursed his lips. He turned his body and looked at the layout of the church. "There are no audiences here."

"Don't you believe in God?"

Clowell's gaze moved upwards, back to the statue of the Son of God. His expression was calm, with the corners of his mouth turned down.

"No," Koshei had no intention of giving a good look to the man who had killed him once, "I believed it before, but I won't have that thought anymore."

Hearing this, Clowell nodded slightly and laughed silently.

"The way our country treats Catholics makes me angry and makes me what I am now," he said after a moment, leaning sideways, asking with an uncomfortable smile on his face, "Why are you angry?"

"I like to prepare everything in advance, Mr. Clowell," Koshe focused his eyes on the statue of the Son of God. He did not choose to look Clowell in the eye, but just shook his head. "I thought you would be the same as me, but now it seems that you are procrastinating."

"Two Catholic boys."

Clowell snorted coldly, turned around and took a slow step forward.

Seeing this, Koshei also maintained the same speed and walked behind him.

"Were you bullied when you were a child?" Clowell waved his left hand to the side again as he walked toward the front of the church. "Those villains hiding in the dark."

"I was armed with a knife and a gun, and everyone believed I would make their lives miserable, just like my father had done."

Koshei loosened his hands from behind his back and swayed them slightly at both sides of his body as he walked.

"Do you know?"

Klovel walked ahead and asked without looking back.

"I can."

Koshe said, gradually catching up with Clowell's speed and walking side by side with him.

"The first person I killed was a priest," Crowell said, not seeming to hear what Koshe said. "What about you?"

"A down-and-out guy who likes to plant bombs under other people's cars," Koshe looked down at the ground under his feet, looking a little absent-minded, "He was already subdued at the time, and I just fired a shot."

"When was the last time you killed someone, Cascade?"

Suddenly, Clowell stopped and stared at Koshe who was walking in front of him with a serious expression.

Koshe also stopped, turned around and looked at Clowell, trying to see his intentions from his face.

But he failed. Clowell looked like a statue, his eyes were dull, and it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Four months ago, a snow buried my friend," Koshe looked into Clowell's eyes and answered expressionlessly, just like him. "His blood splattered on my white shirt and suit, and it took a long time to wash it off."

"The fall of the Syracuse government," Clowell's eyes narrowed, and his tone was questioning, "People always say that time will smooth out many things, but I think that may not be the case."

If the previous conversations were all about testing each other, then Clowell was now almost making the topic explicit, which meant that he could turn hostile at any time.

“Time will heal everything, but there are some things that even time can’t change.”

Koshe sneered and quoted what Loft had said to him.

He started walking again, heading in the opposite direction, with Clowell following beside him.

"You are different from those people who wear boots and black linings, Cascade. You are a person who wears a formal dress." The two walked side by side again. Clowell's seemingly ordinary conversation was full of temptations to Koshe. "I didn't expect that a young man from the upper class of Syracuse could achieve so much with just himself and his arrogance."

"I originally thought that you asked me to come here today just to make friends," Koshe turned his head slightly, "but it seems that there is more to it than that, Mr. Crowell."

During the conversation, the two men had already walked to the door of the church. Clovel could see that Koshe was wary of him. From beginning to end, Koshe's gun was placed where he could reach it at any time.

"At the moment, perhaps we can only be considered as making friends."

Clowell rarely smiled, but the large burn mark on his face made him look particularly creepy.

He took the initiative to grasp the door handle of the church and opened it.

"We'll meet again, Cascade," Clowell said at last as Koshe walked out of the church. "When two tigers fight, one of them is bound to lose."

Koshe didn't answer until the church door closed again, then he relaxed.

"What's going on, Koshei?"

Iris was waiting at the door, waiting for their conversation to end, and when she saw Koshei come out, she asked this.

"Unfortunately, it seems that the talks have failed." Koshe took a deep breath, and finally sighed, looking at Iris helplessly, "But it's not a big deal."

"Is that so..." Iris seemed to be able to tell that Koshei was hiding something in his heart, but she knew Koshei well, so she didn't ask any more questions. She just raised her head and looked at the gloomy sky. "It looks like it's going to rain."

Almost at the same time, the moment Iris finished speaking, countless raindrops fell from the sky.

Koshe's ability to sense subtle sounds allowed him to predict the fall of rain. He took Iris's hand and took her a few steps back to the eaves of the church, where they were almost drenched by the rain.

Iris was somewhat surprised at Koshe's sudden improvement in reaction speed. She realized that her left hand was being tightly grasped by Koshe, with no intention of letting go.

So she stretched out her right hand, and the rain gathered in the palm of her hand. It seemed that this sudden rain was not small.

As if she had thought of something, Iris turned to look at Koshe with a smile.

"Do you mind the rain?"

She asked.

"Do not."

Koshe shook his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the hand holding Iris clenched a little tighter.

An indescribable atmosphere spread between the two of them. They looked at each other and smiled.

"So, go crazy?"

Iris finished speaking, without waiting for Koshe's answer, she took his hand and took a step forward, followed by the second step, and the third step.

Koshe smiled helplessly, but was immediately overwhelmed by playfulness. He took a few steps and rushed in front of Iris.

They ignored getting wet and plunged into the heavy rain based on momentary impulse and enthusiasm.

Chapter 88 Religious Beliefs

In the church where Clovel and Koshe were previously.

After Koshe left, Clowell sat on the bench in the front row, looking at the statue of the Son of God in front and above, thinking.

The musketeer who brought Koshei here was standing beside him, also remaining silent.

Until a white-haired old man pushed open the church door.