3rd person :

???: You have failed. That could have killed the girl instead. I don't want her dead... yet.

Lysandre: I won't fail next time sire, I promise.

???: Alright. I'll give you one last chance. Fail and you shall die. 
I want him dead. NOW

Lysander: YES SIR!

... I wont dissapoint you...

???: Now go. My position as the future king awaits me. 

Lysandre's pov:

I really didn't want to do this. I had always looked after the young master ever since he was a baby - he had an abusive father who made him 'train' and learn how to kill, and he was only 8. And his mother was unaware of all this. 

Poor thing.

He always ran up to me, covered in blood, and giving me a smile as if he's accomplished something big - he didn't even know it was wrong to kill people. It was painful to watch. But, I'd clean him up, educate him and also play games with him since he was never allowed outside the castle. 

His father, the king - didn't like how I pampered him so he fired me from my job. 

I didn't know what to do. I was never credited for anything and I was thrown away like a piece of trash. 

That's when I met the boss, I saw him murder the royal adviser and he told me 

"This could be your position if you'd like. But you must do exactly as I say from now onward" 

The greed in me overtook my thoughts and I was filled with desire. I am not the nice guy anymore. 

I had to be credited for what I did. 

I accepted his offer and our organization has been lurking in Kalos ever since. More and more people join and we will make our debut. 

Soon.

I am now the royal adviser and it's all thanks to the boss. Ash never did thank me even once for taking care of him. 

Ill make sure his birthday is his last.