The Organization's Headquarters
Chelsea, having completed her mission, returned to her 'home'. She was accompanied by several people who had recently been ordered to train.
'I thought so, it's as quiet as usual.'
"Arrghhhh...! Is this actually a headquarters or a graveyard?!" Annoyed, she walked, stomping her feet loudly.
"Relax, relax~" Suddenly, a head without a body floated right in front of Chelsea.
She fainted from the shock.
{Just came home~ and saw something like that}
"Hup!"
She regained consciousness.
'I thought I saw something terrifying earlier? But what was it?'
"You're awake?" Leon, who had been behind her all this time, finally spoke.
"So it's true. It really is a ghost," she said, glancing at Leon with an annoyed look.
"How are the people I brought earlier?"
"I've moved them to the treatment room."
Knock knock knock....
It seemed someone was knocking on the door. "Who is it this time?" she whispered.
"The door is wide open, no need to kno.... Ah... it's Nono! I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you," Chelsea ran toward the little girl whose hands were full of sheets of paper.
{By the way, she (the little girl) knocked on the door with her knee}
The girl remained silent and handed them the letter.
"What is it?" Leon asked.
They opened the letter.
The contents of the letter turned out to be an order from their 'master' to gather in a certain place.
From outside, another girl, who looked exactly like Nono, was holding a weapon.
"It took you so long! We have to hurry, you know! There are still several letters for others!"
In contrast to her sister, Momo was a very talkative and overprotective girl towards her younger sister, who was always silent.
"We have to go right away—
Excuse us, Leon, Chel!"
The two girls left them.
"They're so diligent, aren't they? Unlike the loafer next to me,"
"Hah.... have it your way."
.......
Cyprus City
Courtesy's Dominion
'A bright morning is the best time to enjoy a cup of coffee and a snack.'
'Yeah! It should be.'
'But because my stomach is messed up—
Dad and Mom forbade me to drink it.'
'I'm only doing this secretly at a friend's house.' Ian's inner voice on a bright morning~
A woman sat in front of him and had been watching him the whole time.
"Are you sure it's okay for you to drink that?" the woman asked anxiously.
"Why? It's just black coffee. My stomach is very strong, don't worry!"
Huek....
Ian started to feel nauseous as his stomach acid rose.
Huekkkk....
"You're such a hassle. I told you so! Honestly!" The woman began to help him walk, grumbling all the way.
"Hang in there! Don't you dare throw up on my clothes!" she looked at him worriedly.
"Sorry.... sis," Ian, feeling weak from holding back the nausea, began to whine to the woman.
She was the fiancée of Ian's older brother, Theodore Courtesy.
"It must be very difficult. My brother suddenly left without a word, abandoning us."
"Don't talk too much! Just rest first." The woman began to lay Ian down on his bed and stayed by the boy's side.
"You haven't forgotten what the doctor said, have you?"
"If you still remember, don't do it again! Your sister will scold me later."
Marina Delphinus, Theo's fiancée. She was also once the daughter of a very wealthy noble.
Well. At least for the last few years.
Even though Theo had left her for these 3 years, the woman still showed care and was kind to his family.
"I will remember it. Don't worry, sis! I won't repeat it again,"
Damian said that while reaching for the medicine on the table.
"Once you feel better, you have to go home quickly! They must be panicking again."
"I'm going out for a bit, do you want me to get you anything?" Marin was about to open the door.
"No need, sorry for bothering you, sis," he said with a weak voice and eyes that were almost closed due to the effects of the medicine he took.
"Yes. Sleep tight. My sweet little brother."
Closing the door, she began to sigh.
'Yet, you have such a perfect family.'
'Your father, Lord Courtesy, is a very loving figure. And so is your mother.'
'Your younger sister, although a bit fierce—
but she always worries about your family.'
'And as for this younger brother of yours... ha... I don't know what word is suitable to describe him.'
The woman reached for a cookie in the kitchen, made by the only servant who looked after her.
'But.... why did you leave all of us? You jerk!'
The servant who saw her felt pity, but—
"Mistress! That's enough cookies! Eating too many sweets is not good for your body. Please understand," the servant grabbed the plate full of cookies.
'This person is my only servant, Irina. But she always acts like my mother and constantly worries about me.'