In Al-Reten’s headquarters…
Once poised to be the heir to a prominent duke of a major nation, this man’s fortunes took a dive after a failed power struggle.
Finding refuge in the underworld, he masterminded the decline of his own family, building connections with influential figures from various nations. And now, he stands at the pinnacle of Al-Reten, the world’s only crime organization. His name? Mireille.
「WHAT!? You let those brats escape!? What were you imbeciles thinking!?」
Word swiftly spreads throughout Al-Reten’s main base. The second princess of the Francklow Kingdom, who were believed to have been securely kidnapped, have vanished. The ensuing chaos is palpable.
Mireille, as the leader, vents his fury by roughing up the two dim-witted subordinates who tried to solve the kidnapping fiasco covertly.
「What happened!? That girl shouldn’t have the finesse to control her powers! How did she escape? And where is she now? Does anyone have intel on the other brat we nabbed?」
His aura deadly, Mireille’s shout intimidates the executives into silence.
「Lord Mireille. I’ve brought the team responsible for the kidnapping.」
Rondo, the second-in-command of Al-Reten, enters the room, escorting five men. This room is where Mireille and the key officials had gathered.
「I… I don’t know who the child is! From the uniform, he seemed to be a young master from a reputable place. The one we kidnapped… should have distinctive black hair and odd-colored eyes – one red, one white. It should’ve been easy to identify him!」
Listening to the man’s shaky yet factual account, Mireille tempers his anger.
「If that’s our opponent, then it can’t be helped. Everyone’s off the hook for this incident. But listen, be on high alert. It seems we’ve got ourselves quite the tricky adversary.」
「「「Sir, yes, sir!!!」」」
The collective reply reverberates in the room.
Every single person begins to mobilize without hesitation, an unwavering trust in Mireille’s command evident in their actions.
「We’re heading out, Rondo.」
Responding to Mireille’s brusque statement, Rondo nods with gentlemanly grace.
「This should be fun. Ready to dance with us, golden vampire?」
Mireille’s face morphs into a malevolent grin, the fire of battle reignited within him after a long hiatus.