Emily watched the standoff between Killian and Raminis with bated breath.
Raminis now aimed his gun at Killian. He seemed to have never handled a gun before, and his grip was as awkward as his personality.
Emily quietly reached into her bag. The moment she grasped the cold revolver, her heart pounded.
Should I step forward or not? Should I become a nuisance, holding my husband back, or...?
Emily slowly pulled a revolver from her bag. Her father had taught her how to use it for self-defense as a teenager, but she'd never actually shot anyone.
She recalled what had happened with her father in the past.
“Learn shooting?”
“Emily, you have good concentration and athletic ability, so you’ll do well.”
“I don’t like it. I’m scared of guns.”
He's usually the type of person who never forces her to do something if she says no, but he was firm that time.
"The world is changing rapidly. You need to learn to protect yourself."
“I don’t even know how to use magic or anything like that.”
“Your qualities are already excellent. Don’t you trust your father?”
"...all right."
That was the reason she learned how to use a gun.
This time, Emily narrowed her eyes and calculated the distance to the target.
"I think I can do it. Just do as my father taught me."
Emily, determined, reached out with her right hand, clutching the gun. She rested her chin on her shoulder, her left hand gripping the pistol grip.
Fortunately, Raminis was busy keeping Killian in check and didn't pay any attention to this.
'Don't be nervous, Emily.'
Emily calmly aligned her eyes, sights, and sights using mind control. Once she had aligned them perfectly, she placed the target on the sights.
Emily, whose arm strength was much weaker than that of a man, didn't pull the trigger in one go. One jolt of the gun would be the end of it.
There was only one chance.
She pulled the trigger halfway, carefully keeping her arm steady, and exhaled. Her magical power slowly gathered at the tip of the gun.
"Good."
Emily, who had shouted her vows so quietly that no one could hear, took a decisive step forward.
Taang-!
A small lamp hanging from the ceiling wall fell due to the fired magic bullet, striking Raminis' arm.
Raminis, who had missed his shot, let out a terrifying scream as shrapnel pierced his flesh. His scream was so agonizing that those around him grimaced, as if his pain had been transmitted to them.
Screams, the sound of tables and chairs falling, and in an instant, the restaurant was in chaos. Giovanni, not missing this chaotic moment, immediately subdued Raminis by twisting his arm.
“Ugh!”
As he twisted his arm, the shrapnel went deeper into his flesh.
In the end, Raminis' attempt to kill Killian ended in failure.
Killian looked back at Emily with a puzzled expression. It didn't matter to him now that Giovanni had escaped safely and captured the enemy.
Emily's risky, yet perfect, marksmanship and judgment were mind-boggling.
Killian wanted to hug Emily and kiss her right now.
“Did I do well?”
Emily, unaware of Killian's dark intentions, smiled brightly and winked.
Knox and Chambers, who had been contacted late, rushed over and cleaned up the inside of the restaurant.
“Reporters, you can write articles, but you know that we are the victims, right?”
The reporters nodded reluctantly at Knox's words.
“Yeah, if you don’t write it properly, I’ll file an unofficial complaint.”
“Un, unofficially?”
"Yes."
The answer was plain, but Knox took a knife out of his pocket and twirled it around.
“Unofficially, you smart people will know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes! Don’t worry.”
“Anyone can see that it was Giuliano’s Raminis' fault!”
“Oh, but...”
One of the reporters cautiously raised his hand.
“What is it? Tell me.”
“Can we include in the article the details of Mrs. Starr’s activities?”
“That’s not for me to judge...”
"The photos are also stunning. They'll definitely help the family's reputation."
“Really? Then that would be good. Got it.”
So, at the word that they could go, they packed their bags and hurried out. Meanwhile, Chambers was chatting with the restaurant owner.
“Originally, who should receive compensation for the damages?”
“Sir, this is the Giuliano family.”
“Yes, but can you go there and ask them to give you money?”
The owner shook his head with a sad expression.
"It's a heartbreaking situation, and it brings tears to my eyes. That's why we're trying to help."
“...How do you say that?”
"We'll cover the full cost of compensation. But there's one condition."
The owner's eyes widened at the unexpected suggestion, and he perked up his ears and focused on what he was saying.
“We are looking after this restaurant.”
"Ah..."
Even in this supposedly peaceful neighborhood, there was a mafia feud. The owner decided it would be better to have the Starr family support him, even if it meant paying them a certain amount of money each month.
"All right."
Thus, a pact was concluded between them. Meanwhile, Raminis, who had been shot, was now completely bound.
“Get a mental illness diagnosis in that kid’s name.”
"Yes."
Giovanni carelessly threw the bound Raminis into the carriage.
Dr. Payne, a member of the Starr organization, specialized in issuing fake mental health certificates and putting troublesome individuals in mental institutions.
Raminis, who is confined to a mental hospital, will never be released.
After the series of events was sorted out, Killian entered the restaurant and saw Emily sitting on a chair, drinking water given to her by the waiter.
There were so many things he wanted to ask Emily, so many things he wanted to say, but Killian held himself back as much as possible. Right now, her safety was the priority.
“How are you feeling?”
"It's okay."
Emily, who had been setting down her glass, gasped and clutched her shoulder.
“Emily.”
Startled, Killian unconsciously placed his hand on Emily's shoulder. Aware of the touch, they hesitated for a moment.
“It’s nothing. I guess my muscles were just startled from shooting the gun earlier.”
Emily took Killian's hand with a sheepish expression. The mention of the gun brought back memories of the previous scene, and Killian felt dizzy again.
“It was dangerous.”
“I know. So I have a favor to ask.”
Emily met Killian's eyes and opened her mouth cautiously.
Giuliano Family Headquarters.
Nigel knocked on the door where the boss was, with a complicated expression on his face.
“Come in.”
Giuliano's boss was boiling water by lighting an alcohol lamp.
Inside the room, expensive-looking liquors and clocks were displayed in the display case, and a folding screen from the Eastern Empire, a popular style these days, decorated one wall.
The objects placed here and there clearly revealed his high level of discernment and luxurious taste.
As the water began to boil, steam rose. He warmed the glass with the steam and asked.
“What happened?”
“That... messed things up.”
Aha, the boss reacted as if he wasn't very impressed and went back to warming the glass.
Nigel felt even more nervous at the sight of his boss's calm demeanor. He stroked the back of his neck and continued his report on Raminis.
“Not only did he fail to seduce the woman, but he even tried to kill the underboss.”
“Oh my, I didn’t know he was that stupid... This is so disappointing.”
Now, I placed the glass, which had reached the right temperature, on the table and closed the lid of the alcohol lamp.
“Go get some cognac from the display case over there.”
“What do you mean?”
“Anything Hennessy.”
He asked, pouring the drink Nigel had brought.
“If he had been that stubborn, he would have killed him, but Killian still kept Raminis alive?”
“When they first ran into each other, his wife tried to stop him, but he stopped himself...”
He asked, interrupting Nigel.
“Does Killian listen to his wife that well?”
“They say it seemed like he was quite frugal.”
"Yes?"
He found this story more interesting than the failed operation using Raminis.
"They seem to be on good terms now, compared to when I saw them last time. Keep talking."
He said, swirling the liquid in the glass.
“Yes. It seems like the second time we bumped into each other, his wife showed her wit.”
Nigel relayed to his boss as much detail as possible about what had happened. After hearing the whole story, his boss laughed heartily.
“This is really fun.”
The boss, thoroughly enjoying the aroma, stopped laughing and took a sip of cognac, swirling it around his mouth. It took him a long time to finish it.
“Yes, then go. I need to enjoy this kid.”
Nigel, who was about to turn the doorknob and leave, opened his mouth with difficulty.
“What should we do with Raminis?”
“Where is he now?”
“I heard he was confined to a mental hospital.”
The boss, hearing that, shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing.
“Just leave him there to rot. What can I do but make it worthwhile as compost?”
In this way, Raminis was also abandoned by the Giuliano organization.
Raminis now aimed his gun at Killian. He seemed to have never handled a gun before, and his grip was as awkward as his personality.
Emily quietly reached into her bag. The moment she grasped the cold revolver, her heart pounded.
Should I step forward or not? Should I become a nuisance, holding my husband back, or...?
Emily slowly pulled a revolver from her bag. Her father had taught her how to use it for self-defense as a teenager, but she'd never actually shot anyone.
She recalled what had happened with her father in the past.
“Learn shooting?”
“Emily, you have good concentration and athletic ability, so you’ll do well.”
“I don’t like it. I’m scared of guns.”
He's usually the type of person who never forces her to do something if she says no, but he was firm that time.
"The world is changing rapidly. You need to learn to protect yourself."
“I don’t even know how to use magic or anything like that.”
“Your qualities are already excellent. Don’t you trust your father?”
"...all right."
That was the reason she learned how to use a gun.
This time, Emily narrowed her eyes and calculated the distance to the target.
"I think I can do it. Just do as my father taught me."
Emily, determined, reached out with her right hand, clutching the gun. She rested her chin on her shoulder, her left hand gripping the pistol grip.
Fortunately, Raminis was busy keeping Killian in check and didn't pay any attention to this.
'Don't be nervous, Emily.'
Emily calmly aligned her eyes, sights, and sights using mind control. Once she had aligned them perfectly, she placed the target on the sights.
Emily, whose arm strength was much weaker than that of a man, didn't pull the trigger in one go. One jolt of the gun would be the end of it.
There was only one chance.
She pulled the trigger halfway, carefully keeping her arm steady, and exhaled. Her magical power slowly gathered at the tip of the gun.
"Good."
Emily, who had shouted her vows so quietly that no one could hear, took a decisive step forward.
Taang-!
A small lamp hanging from the ceiling wall fell due to the fired magic bullet, striking Raminis' arm.
Raminis, who had missed his shot, let out a terrifying scream as shrapnel pierced his flesh. His scream was so agonizing that those around him grimaced, as if his pain had been transmitted to them.
Screams, the sound of tables and chairs falling, and in an instant, the restaurant was in chaos. Giovanni, not missing this chaotic moment, immediately subdued Raminis by twisting his arm.
“Ugh!”
As he twisted his arm, the shrapnel went deeper into his flesh.
In the end, Raminis' attempt to kill Killian ended in failure.
Killian looked back at Emily with a puzzled expression. It didn't matter to him now that Giovanni had escaped safely and captured the enemy.
Emily's risky, yet perfect, marksmanship and judgment were mind-boggling.
Killian wanted to hug Emily and kiss her right now.
“Did I do well?”
Emily, unaware of Killian's dark intentions, smiled brightly and winked.
***
Knox and Chambers, who had been contacted late, rushed over and cleaned up the inside of the restaurant.
“Reporters, you can write articles, but you know that we are the victims, right?”
The reporters nodded reluctantly at Knox's words.
“Yeah, if you don’t write it properly, I’ll file an unofficial complaint.”
“Un, unofficially?”
"Yes."
The answer was plain, but Knox took a knife out of his pocket and twirled it around.
“Unofficially, you smart people will know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes! Don’t worry.”
“Anyone can see that it was Giuliano’s Raminis' fault!”
“Oh, but...”
One of the reporters cautiously raised his hand.
“What is it? Tell me.”
“Can we include in the article the details of Mrs. Starr’s activities?”
“That’s not for me to judge...”
"The photos are also stunning. They'll definitely help the family's reputation."
“Really? Then that would be good. Got it.”
So, at the word that they could go, they packed their bags and hurried out. Meanwhile, Chambers was chatting with the restaurant owner.
“Originally, who should receive compensation for the damages?”
“Sir, this is the Giuliano family.”
“Yes, but can you go there and ask them to give you money?”
The owner shook his head with a sad expression.
"It's a heartbreaking situation, and it brings tears to my eyes. That's why we're trying to help."
“...How do you say that?”
"We'll cover the full cost of compensation. But there's one condition."
The owner's eyes widened at the unexpected suggestion, and he perked up his ears and focused on what he was saying.
“We are looking after this restaurant.”
"Ah..."
Even in this supposedly peaceful neighborhood, there was a mafia feud. The owner decided it would be better to have the Starr family support him, even if it meant paying them a certain amount of money each month.
"All right."
Thus, a pact was concluded between them. Meanwhile, Raminis, who had been shot, was now completely bound.
“Get a mental illness diagnosis in that kid’s name.”
"Yes."
Giovanni carelessly threw the bound Raminis into the carriage.
Dr. Payne, a member of the Starr organization, specialized in issuing fake mental health certificates and putting troublesome individuals in mental institutions.
Raminis, who is confined to a mental hospital, will never be released.
After the series of events was sorted out, Killian entered the restaurant and saw Emily sitting on a chair, drinking water given to her by the waiter.
There were so many things he wanted to ask Emily, so many things he wanted to say, but Killian held himself back as much as possible. Right now, her safety was the priority.
“How are you feeling?”
"It's okay."
Emily, who had been setting down her glass, gasped and clutched her shoulder.
“Emily.”
Startled, Killian unconsciously placed his hand on Emily's shoulder. Aware of the touch, they hesitated for a moment.
“It’s nothing. I guess my muscles were just startled from shooting the gun earlier.”
Emily took Killian's hand with a sheepish expression. The mention of the gun brought back memories of the previous scene, and Killian felt dizzy again.
“It was dangerous.”
“I know. So I have a favor to ask.”
Emily met Killian's eyes and opened her mouth cautiously.
***
Giuliano Family Headquarters.
Nigel knocked on the door where the boss was, with a complicated expression on his face.
“Come in.”
Giuliano's boss was boiling water by lighting an alcohol lamp.
Inside the room, expensive-looking liquors and clocks were displayed in the display case, and a folding screen from the Eastern Empire, a popular style these days, decorated one wall.
The objects placed here and there clearly revealed his high level of discernment and luxurious taste.
As the water began to boil, steam rose. He warmed the glass with the steam and asked.
“What happened?”
“That... messed things up.”
Aha, the boss reacted as if he wasn't very impressed and went back to warming the glass.
Nigel felt even more nervous at the sight of his boss's calm demeanor. He stroked the back of his neck and continued his report on Raminis.
“Not only did he fail to seduce the woman, but he even tried to kill the underboss.”
“Oh my, I didn’t know he was that stupid... This is so disappointing.”
Now, I placed the glass, which had reached the right temperature, on the table and closed the lid of the alcohol lamp.
“Go get some cognac from the display case over there.”
“What do you mean?”
“Anything Hennessy.”
He asked, pouring the drink Nigel had brought.
“If he had been that stubborn, he would have killed him, but Killian still kept Raminis alive?”
“When they first ran into each other, his wife tried to stop him, but he stopped himself...”
He asked, interrupting Nigel.
“Does Killian listen to his wife that well?”
“They say it seemed like he was quite frugal.”
"Yes?"
He found this story more interesting than the failed operation using Raminis.
"They seem to be on good terms now, compared to when I saw them last time. Keep talking."
He said, swirling the liquid in the glass.
“Yes. It seems like the second time we bumped into each other, his wife showed her wit.”
Nigel relayed to his boss as much detail as possible about what had happened. After hearing the whole story, his boss laughed heartily.
“This is really fun.”
The boss, thoroughly enjoying the aroma, stopped laughing and took a sip of cognac, swirling it around his mouth. It took him a long time to finish it.
“Yes, then go. I need to enjoy this kid.”
Nigel, who was about to turn the doorknob and leave, opened his mouth with difficulty.
“What should we do with Raminis?”
“Where is he now?”
“I heard he was confined to a mental hospital.”
The boss, hearing that, shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing.
“Just leave him there to rot. What can I do but make it worthwhile as compost?”
In this way, Raminis was also abandoned by the Giuliano organization.
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