You're currently standing in front of the palace gates. It was midnight, the only thing about the situation bothering you was the person you were dispatched on a mission with.

You both disliked each other and always competed with one another. You both were unlucky boys to have ended up with the same mission.

Scaramouche sighed in frustration before speaking.

"I'll steal the valuables, you'll assassinate princey. Don't fuck it up, pretty boy." He spoke snarkily with visible annoyance.