I’m Secretly the Boss of the Most Feared Party

Have you heard of the Black Cross?” “Of course. Aren’t they a group of murderers?” “What? No. My grandmother said they’re the guardians of the kingdom.” “That’s nonsense. My father says they’re just monster hunters.” “Then why does my teacher say they’re only a myth?” The children sitting around the street stall fell silent. “…So what are they really?” “I heard their leader is a terrifying monster.” “I heard one of them can eat an entire elephant.” “That’s stupid. They must be a rumor.” “Then why is there a bounty of 10,000 gold for information… and 1 million for capturing one of them?” “…Good point.” Nobody in the kingdom agrees on what the Black Cross really is. Heroes? Villains? Or a party for hire. No one knows how many members they have. No one knows what they look like. For all anyone knows… they could be anyone. The children burst into laughter. At that moment, one of them bumped into a man walking past the street. He carried a long staff across his shoulders, both hands lazily resting behind it. “Ah—sorry mister!” the boy said. “It’s fine,” the man replied with an easy smile. Then he leaned down and whispered quietly, “I heard the Black Cross is real.” The boy’s eyes widened. “And their leader,” the man added with a grin, “…is extremely cool and handsome.” Then he continued walking, disappearing into the crowd.