“I didn’t know you’d come here.”
Killian said in a stiff tone.
“If I don’t go, my aide will nag me. What can I do? I have to come.”
Jed, the aide standing next to her, shrugged. The woman glanced at Emily and asked.
“Is that your wife next to you?”
Emily was curious about who it was, as it was the first time she had seen a woman treat Killian so casually.
But women wore hats with black veils at funerals, and she was wearing one too, so it was difficult to tell her face apart.
Emily looked at Killian as if asking for a quick introduction, but for some reason, Killian was hesitating to introduce her.
“Why are you keeping your mouth shut like that?”
Messina clicked her tongue and suddenly extended her hand to Emily.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am. This is Messina Rezzetta.”
The Rezzetta family is one of the four major families of the Vancent, and Messina is the boss of that family.
The Rezetta Family is not an organization that interacts with other families, but it seems they came as a courtesy since Vito, who was the chairman of the committee, had passed away.
“Oh, hello. I’m Emily Starr.”
Because the Rezzetta family had such a weak presence in the original, Emily belatedly remembered her and shook her hand.
“But what about this kid?”
Messina tilted her head as she noticed John, who was hidden by Emily's voluminous skirt.
“It’s not like you’ve already had a child and grown up like this.”
Killian quickly corrected Messina's misunderstanding.
“Claude’s son.”
“Ah, you said you were raising him. Looking at you like this, the three of you seem like a very happy family.”
Killian looked down at John with a strange expression.
'John is like my son?'
John, who noticed Killian's thoughts, also made a momentary expression of displeasure.
“Hey, are you good at studying?”
Messina chuckled and asked John.
“Yes, I am good at it.”
“Really? I did well, too.”
Emily added cautiously to John's words.
“John also got first place in the midterm exam a while ago.”
“Oh, really?”
But Messina seemed unimpressed by it.
"Kid, if you're going to do it, try to be number one in something other than studying. Even if you're only good at studying, won't you end up just being boring?"
“There are many things I’m good at besides studying.”
“Really? What is it?”
“I’m the best at making poisons in the empire.”
"Pfft, where did you get that confirmation? If it's true, that's amazing."
Messina burst into laughter, as if she'd heard something funny, and entered the chapel. Watching her back, John's desire for revenge began to well up in his mind.
“Uncle. Are you close with the Rezetta family?”
“Not really.”
“Really? That’s good.”
John was sick and tired of adults treating him like a child. When the three entered the chapel, Knox and Chambers were already there, taking their seats.
Chambers, who discovered them first, greeted them.
"Welcome, boss. And madam. The Starr family's seat is this way."
Knox, who had come up with him, pointed to John and said.
“But why did you bring this or something?”
At those words, John raised one eyebrow and replied.
“Brother Knox, the ticking time bomb, is here, so why can’t I?”
“You never lose a word.”
“Who started the fight first?”
John spoke sharply, sat down first in the chair, and patted the seat next to him.
“Emily, sit here.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Emily gave Knox and Chambers a quick nod and then sat down. Knox and Chambers shook their heads at her.
“Killian, you can’t make any progress as long as you live with Johan.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Even if your friend is worried about this... what’s wrong with you?”
Killian ignored Knox and walked over to where Emily was sitting and sat down next to her.
He looked around, but as expected, Matteo, the boss of the Giuliano family, was nowhere to be seen. He was a mysterious figure even before he ascended to the throne.
Even at official events, he would wear a mask under the pretext of having a severe scar, and for the past five years, he has been sending his second-in-command out under the pretext of being bedridden.
Today, Nigel, the second-in-command of the Giuliano family, kept his position.
He met Killian's eyes and gave a brief nod. Compared to the hostile nature of the Giuliano family, Nigel was relatively polite.
Emily got up from her seat amidst the chaos of people looking for seats.
“I’m going to the bathroom for a moment.”
“Let’s go together.”
He couldn't let Emily wander among the black men.
“Yes? You want the bathroom?”
When Emily started to feel embarrassed, John sat her down again.
“Uncle, just sit here. I’ll guard Emily.”
“Yes, you are sitting here. The other ladies are all walking around alone.”
"But..."
Even the mafia rarely committed crimes in the temple, as most of them were Carpathian believers.
Knox and Chambers, who were sitting behind him, looked at Killian with expressions that said, "That's what it's going to be like now."
“And look at this.”
John grinned devilishly and pulled out his poisonous needle.
"It's a paralyzing stinger. Don't worry, if anyone approaches Emily, I'll sting them right away."
When he said that, Killian could no longer refute it.
“So, is everything done? I’ll go with John.”
Emily hurriedly took John outside, afraid that Killian would follow her.
Knox and Chambers, who were sitting behind him, shook their heads in regret as they watched Killian leave alone again.
Emily, who had managed to shake off Killian, spoke quietly to John as soon as she left the chapel.
"There are smoke grenades planted around the chapel. We need to find them and dispose of them."
"The area isn't that large, so it's obvious how the enemy will move. If you draw a route, it's surprisingly simple."
John was upset that his Starr family brothers were not treating him properly as a member of the mafia.
Tired of being treated like a kid who was just smarter than his peers and made medicine, John willingly became Emily's secret agent.
“But how did Emily know there would be a coup here?”
"Yes?"
Emily was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected question, but then gave a vague response.
“Women have a higher ability to detect danger.”
“As expected, Emily is amazing.”
John looked at Emily with sparkling eyes, showing absolute faith and praising her.
“What, it’s nothing.”
Emily smiled awkwardly for no reason and then patted John on the shoulder.
“Then I’ll take good care of you.”
“Yes, then just take a look at the net for a moment.”
While John dealt with the smoke grenade, Emily looked around.
People in black suits were filing into the chapel, but no one seemed particularly interested in Emily, who was wearing a black veil.
'Come to think of it, I don't know what Sam looks like either.'
Emily watched anxiously, praying he wouldn't show up.
How much time had passed? Fortunately, John's boast proved true, and he returned shortly after.
"We've taken care of all the smoke grenades. Just like Emily said, someone really did hide them."
“How many were there?”
“There are four.”
"Four should be enough to handle everything. Thanks for your hard work. Now let's go inside."
"Yes!"
Killian, who had been worried when the two people didn't return, was just getting up from his seat.
“Am I a little late? Sorry.”
Emily and John quickly returned to their original seats.
“Nothing happened?”
“Yes, not at all.”
John also answered, peeking out from the side.
“Who would dare approach Emily when I’m right next to her?”
At those words, a loud laughter erupted from behind. Without a doubt, John immediately glared at Knox.
“What’s so funny? If you’re an adult, act like one.”
“Haha, sorry.”
John snorted and turned his head back to the front.
The time came, and a priest appeared and officiated at the funeral. Atop Vito's coffin were flowers and the gun he had used in his lifetime, and soft music filled the air.
“...Please forgive all his sins that he committed because of his weakness.”
While the priest was giving the eulogy, Emily nudged Killian.
“Is there a man named Sam here?”
At Emily's question, Killian also began to look at where Sam was sitting.
“There he is.”
Sam sat where Killian pointed, his face serene. His face, flushed with anticipation, seemed to be a perfect match for Endymion's, making him seem like his own son.
Endymion was being consoled by his girlfriend, Maria, with a sorrowful face, and he seemed completely oblivious to Sam.
“But why are you asking about Sam?”
“Oh, that’s right... I heard something strange when I went to the bathroom earlier.”
Emily opened her mouth with a serious face.
Killian said in a stiff tone.
“If I don’t go, my aide will nag me. What can I do? I have to come.”
Jed, the aide standing next to her, shrugged. The woman glanced at Emily and asked.
“Is that your wife next to you?”
Emily was curious about who it was, as it was the first time she had seen a woman treat Killian so casually.
But women wore hats with black veils at funerals, and she was wearing one too, so it was difficult to tell her face apart.
Emily looked at Killian as if asking for a quick introduction, but for some reason, Killian was hesitating to introduce her.
“Why are you keeping your mouth shut like that?”
Messina clicked her tongue and suddenly extended her hand to Emily.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am. This is Messina Rezzetta.”
The Rezzetta family is one of the four major families of the Vancent, and Messina is the boss of that family.
The Rezetta Family is not an organization that interacts with other families, but it seems they came as a courtesy since Vito, who was the chairman of the committee, had passed away.
“Oh, hello. I’m Emily Starr.”
Because the Rezzetta family had such a weak presence in the original, Emily belatedly remembered her and shook her hand.
“But what about this kid?”
Messina tilted her head as she noticed John, who was hidden by Emily's voluminous skirt.
“It’s not like you’ve already had a child and grown up like this.”
Killian quickly corrected Messina's misunderstanding.
“Claude’s son.”
“Ah, you said you were raising him. Looking at you like this, the three of you seem like a very happy family.”
Killian looked down at John with a strange expression.
'John is like my son?'
John, who noticed Killian's thoughts, also made a momentary expression of displeasure.
“Hey, are you good at studying?”
Messina chuckled and asked John.
“Yes, I am good at it.”
“Really? I did well, too.”
Emily added cautiously to John's words.
“John also got first place in the midterm exam a while ago.”
“Oh, really?”
But Messina seemed unimpressed by it.
"Kid, if you're going to do it, try to be number one in something other than studying. Even if you're only good at studying, won't you end up just being boring?"
“There are many things I’m good at besides studying.”
“Really? What is it?”
“I’m the best at making poisons in the empire.”
"Pfft, where did you get that confirmation? If it's true, that's amazing."
Messina burst into laughter, as if she'd heard something funny, and entered the chapel. Watching her back, John's desire for revenge began to well up in his mind.
“Uncle. Are you close with the Rezetta family?”
“Not really.”
“Really? That’s good.”
John was sick and tired of adults treating him like a child. When the three entered the chapel, Knox and Chambers were already there, taking their seats.
Chambers, who discovered them first, greeted them.
"Welcome, boss. And madam. The Starr family's seat is this way."
Knox, who had come up with him, pointed to John and said.
“But why did you bring this or something?”
At those words, John raised one eyebrow and replied.
“Brother Knox, the ticking time bomb, is here, so why can’t I?”
“You never lose a word.”
“Who started the fight first?”
John spoke sharply, sat down first in the chair, and patted the seat next to him.
“Emily, sit here.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Emily gave Knox and Chambers a quick nod and then sat down. Knox and Chambers shook their heads at her.
“Killian, you can’t make any progress as long as you live with Johan.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Even if your friend is worried about this... what’s wrong with you?”
Killian ignored Knox and walked over to where Emily was sitting and sat down next to her.
He looked around, but as expected, Matteo, the boss of the Giuliano family, was nowhere to be seen. He was a mysterious figure even before he ascended to the throne.
Even at official events, he would wear a mask under the pretext of having a severe scar, and for the past five years, he has been sending his second-in-command out under the pretext of being bedridden.
Today, Nigel, the second-in-command of the Giuliano family, kept his position.
He met Killian's eyes and gave a brief nod. Compared to the hostile nature of the Giuliano family, Nigel was relatively polite.
Emily got up from her seat amidst the chaos of people looking for seats.
“I’m going to the bathroom for a moment.”
“Let’s go together.”
He couldn't let Emily wander among the black men.
“Yes? You want the bathroom?”
When Emily started to feel embarrassed, John sat her down again.
“Uncle, just sit here. I’ll guard Emily.”
“Yes, you are sitting here. The other ladies are all walking around alone.”
"But..."
Even the mafia rarely committed crimes in the temple, as most of them were Carpathian believers.
Knox and Chambers, who were sitting behind him, looked at Killian with expressions that said, "That's what it's going to be like now."
“And look at this.”
John grinned devilishly and pulled out his poisonous needle.
"It's a paralyzing stinger. Don't worry, if anyone approaches Emily, I'll sting them right away."
When he said that, Killian could no longer refute it.
“So, is everything done? I’ll go with John.”
Emily hurriedly took John outside, afraid that Killian would follow her.
Knox and Chambers, who were sitting behind him, shook their heads in regret as they watched Killian leave alone again.
Emily, who had managed to shake off Killian, spoke quietly to John as soon as she left the chapel.
"There are smoke grenades planted around the chapel. We need to find them and dispose of them."
"The area isn't that large, so it's obvious how the enemy will move. If you draw a route, it's surprisingly simple."
John was upset that his Starr family brothers were not treating him properly as a member of the mafia.
Tired of being treated like a kid who was just smarter than his peers and made medicine, John willingly became Emily's secret agent.
“But how did Emily know there would be a coup here?”
"Yes?"
Emily was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected question, but then gave a vague response.
“Women have a higher ability to detect danger.”
“As expected, Emily is amazing.”
John looked at Emily with sparkling eyes, showing absolute faith and praising her.
“What, it’s nothing.”
Emily smiled awkwardly for no reason and then patted John on the shoulder.
“Then I’ll take good care of you.”
“Yes, then just take a look at the net for a moment.”
While John dealt with the smoke grenade, Emily looked around.
People in black suits were filing into the chapel, but no one seemed particularly interested in Emily, who was wearing a black veil.
'Come to think of it, I don't know what Sam looks like either.'
Emily watched anxiously, praying he wouldn't show up.
How much time had passed? Fortunately, John's boast proved true, and he returned shortly after.
"We've taken care of all the smoke grenades. Just like Emily said, someone really did hide them."
“How many were there?”
“There are four.”
"Four should be enough to handle everything. Thanks for your hard work. Now let's go inside."
"Yes!"
Killian, who had been worried when the two people didn't return, was just getting up from his seat.
“Am I a little late? Sorry.”
Emily and John quickly returned to their original seats.
“Nothing happened?”
“Yes, not at all.”
John also answered, peeking out from the side.
“Who would dare approach Emily when I’m right next to her?”
At those words, a loud laughter erupted from behind. Without a doubt, John immediately glared at Knox.
“What’s so funny? If you’re an adult, act like one.”
“Haha, sorry.”
John snorted and turned his head back to the front.
The time came, and a priest appeared and officiated at the funeral. Atop Vito's coffin were flowers and the gun he had used in his lifetime, and soft music filled the air.
“...Please forgive all his sins that he committed because of his weakness.”
While the priest was giving the eulogy, Emily nudged Killian.
“Is there a man named Sam here?”
At Emily's question, Killian also began to look at where Sam was sitting.
“There he is.”
Sam sat where Killian pointed, his face serene. His face, flushed with anticipation, seemed to be a perfect match for Endymion's, making him seem like his own son.
Endymion was being consoled by his girlfriend, Maria, with a sorrowful face, and he seemed completely oblivious to Sam.
“But why are you asking about Sam?”
“Oh, that’s right... I heard something strange when I went to the bathroom earlier.”
Emily opened her mouth with a serious face.
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