Luna returned to the restaurant and encountered Ryan as he was leaving.
“Oh my, where are you going?”
“Oh, I’m going to go make money.”
Ryan sighed deeply as if he was annoyed and said.
“I have two mouths to feed, a daughter, and a younger sibling.”
“Oh, thank you for your hard work.”
Luna swallowed hard as she watched Ryan's back as he walked away.
'Thinking of subduing that big guy with just a few mercenaries? That was truly reckless.'
At first, she planned to kidnap him by any means necessary.
After being released, Ryan's route to the continent was predicted, and preparations were made, such as setting up an experimental base in the port city of Koenig.
"It might be difficult to subdue them by force. We need to come up with a way to conceal their identity and approach them naturally."
Just in case, Luna even got a job undercover at the biggest restaurant.
And, exactly as expected.
The moment she confirmed her target, Ryan, who had disembarked from Koenig.
Luna and her family, who were lying in wait with mercenaries and informants, were left in a state of panic.
The physical condition of the target was far beyond expectations, making it difficult to attempt a military suppression...
'If Revan hadn't been there, I wouldn't have even known that was the target!'
No matter how many times she compared it with the portrait of 12-year-old Ryan Wassenberg that she had obtained in advance, it was a size that had nothing in common!
'I went into Belzer without even having time to do anything.'
"Tch, let's calm down, Luna. You expected there to be variables, didn't you?"
Variable number one is Ryan, who has become more muscular.
Number 2 is Revan, who is suddenly accompanying him.
And number three... was the unidentified girl next to Ryan.
“Who the hell is that girl?”
She checked with the coachman who brought the three to Belzer, and he said that she was Ryan's daughter.
?
Daughter? Really?
Luna couldn't believe it, but if she wasn't his child, there was no reason for Ryan to take her with him.
‘He’s a real madman...’
A devil who committed murder at the tender age of twelve, and even set fire to destroy evidence. It wouldn't have been surprising if he'd gone to prison after fathering a child at such a young age.
'But it turned out to be a good thing for us.'
Luna spent four days in contact with Ryan and his group and discovered something surprising.
Ryan loves his daughter very much.
Moreover, he goes to work every day, thinking that he will feed his child with his own hands!
'But I guess it's his blood.'
The unexpected presence of a daughter made things easier.
It would be difficult to subdue Ryan by force, but what about his daughter?
Isn't this a perfect opportunity given by God for a heartless devil to cherish his daughter so much?
“Oh, Amy! Did you go to the market?”
Just then, she saw Vania and Revan coming down from the second floor. They seemed ready to go out.
"Yes, little girl. Where are you going? I heard your father was going out a little while ago, too."
“Dad is going to work. My brother and I are going to go shopping for clothes up front.”
“Wow, really? That would be great. Buy some pretty clothes and come back.”
"Yes!"
Luna entered the kitchen, trying her best not to look at Revan.
She could see the backs of the two of them chattering as they left the kitchen window.
'If we drag this out any longer and people start to suspect us, we'll be in big trouble. So...'
This morning.
Luna will execute the plan.
On the way out with Revan. He had been glancing at Amy's face a little while ago.
“Do they look that much alike?”
“Yeah. Should I ask if she changed her name? ...No, she’ll probably think I’m making a fuss.”
“...”
I asked because I had something on my mind.
"You said she resembled the daughter of an academy professor, didn't you? Didn't that professor get tried for illegal experiments?"
"Yeah. He retired a long time ago. His wife was sick, and if I recall correctly, he probably gave up his professorship to take care of her himself."
“Oh, my. Is she sick? Where are they going?”
“I don’t know the details. It must have been an incurable disease.”
“...”
I was silent for a moment and then asked.
“Has he ever been to a temple?”
“Temple? ...Ah. What are you talking about, the fourth child of that house?”
“Oh, yes.”
My fourth brother, Gabriel Wassenberg, possesses a special ability that specializes in treating addictions and internal injuries.
Even incurable diseases of unknown causes were cured as if washed away with just one touch of Gabriel's hand, making him almost like a god.
So, our family created a baseless religion called the 'Salvation Church' and established temples in various places. Gabriel acted as the leader and sucked up donations from believers who were in desperate need of treatment.
A crazy heretic cartel...
“I don’t know for sure, but he was a man who did everything to cure his wife. Didn’t he ever go to a temple? If he had done something for him at home, he wouldn’t have passed away.”
“Did she pass away?!”
“A long time ago. I even went to her funeral.”
“Oh, I see.”
I stopped for a moment.
'Hmm.'
And as I looked back at the restaurant I had just left, I thought of Amy, the employee.
That moment.
With a heavy heart, Professor Gustav Lettmann thought of his dead wife.
He wanted to live, and he was able to live.
But the past has already passed.
For the sake of his dead wife and fellow professors, he simply does what he can.
‘His Majesty the Emperor should also send troops quickly...’
The <Conrad Project>, which failed 12 years ago, was an experiment tacitly approved by the royal family.
And this time again Gustav asked the Emperor for help.
The experiment had to be conducted secretly, avoiding Wassenberg's pursuit. Naturally, it would have been difficult with only Gustav's manpower and financial resources...
The Crown Prince of the Valencia Empire, Bane Valencia, was a brilliant man who took care of the country on behalf of the weak Emperor.
Because he was young, he was full of passion and tried his best not to give in to the corrupt forces that were trying to dominate the empire.
Perhaps Bane's father, the Emperor, also had a similar passion in his youth.
“Oh my, where are you going?”
“Oh, I’m going to go make money.”
Ryan sighed deeply as if he was annoyed and said.
“I have two mouths to feed, a daughter, and a younger sibling.”
“Oh, thank you for your hard work.”
Luna swallowed hard as she watched Ryan's back as he walked away.
'Thinking of subduing that big guy with just a few mercenaries? That was truly reckless.'
At first, she planned to kidnap him by any means necessary.
After being released, Ryan's route to the continent was predicted, and preparations were made, such as setting up an experimental base in the port city of Koenig.
"It might be difficult to subdue them by force. We need to come up with a way to conceal their identity and approach them naturally."
Just in case, Luna even got a job undercover at the biggest restaurant.
And, exactly as expected.
The moment she confirmed her target, Ryan, who had disembarked from Koenig.
Luna and her family, who were lying in wait with mercenaries and informants, were left in a state of panic.
The physical condition of the target was far beyond expectations, making it difficult to attempt a military suppression...
'If Revan hadn't been there, I wouldn't have even known that was the target!'
No matter how many times she compared it with the portrait of 12-year-old Ryan Wassenberg that she had obtained in advance, it was a size that had nothing in common!
'I went into Belzer without even having time to do anything.'
"Tch, let's calm down, Luna. You expected there to be variables, didn't you?"
Variable number one is Ryan, who has become more muscular.
Number 2 is Revan, who is suddenly accompanying him.
And number three... was the unidentified girl next to Ryan.
“Who the hell is that girl?”
She checked with the coachman who brought the three to Belzer, and he said that she was Ryan's daughter.
?
Daughter? Really?
Luna couldn't believe it, but if she wasn't his child, there was no reason for Ryan to take her with him.
‘He’s a real madman...’
A devil who committed murder at the tender age of twelve, and even set fire to destroy evidence. It wouldn't have been surprising if he'd gone to prison after fathering a child at such a young age.
'But it turned out to be a good thing for us.'
Luna spent four days in contact with Ryan and his group and discovered something surprising.
Ryan loves his daughter very much.
Moreover, he goes to work every day, thinking that he will feed his child with his own hands!
'But I guess it's his blood.'
The unexpected presence of a daughter made things easier.
It would be difficult to subdue Ryan by force, but what about his daughter?
Isn't this a perfect opportunity given by God for a heartless devil to cherish his daughter so much?
“Oh, Amy! Did you go to the market?”
Just then, she saw Vania and Revan coming down from the second floor. They seemed ready to go out.
"Yes, little girl. Where are you going? I heard your father was going out a little while ago, too."
“Dad is going to work. My brother and I are going to go shopping for clothes up front.”
“Wow, really? That would be great. Buy some pretty clothes and come back.”
"Yes!"
Luna entered the kitchen, trying her best not to look at Revan.
She could see the backs of the two of them chattering as they left the kitchen window.
'If we drag this out any longer and people start to suspect us, we'll be in big trouble. So...'
This morning.
Luna will execute the plan.
***
On the way out with Revan. He had been glancing at Amy's face a little while ago.
“Do they look that much alike?”
“Yeah. Should I ask if she changed her name? ...No, she’ll probably think I’m making a fuss.”
“...”
I asked because I had something on my mind.
"You said she resembled the daughter of an academy professor, didn't you? Didn't that professor get tried for illegal experiments?"
"Yeah. He retired a long time ago. His wife was sick, and if I recall correctly, he probably gave up his professorship to take care of her himself."
“Oh, my. Is she sick? Where are they going?”
“I don’t know the details. It must have been an incurable disease.”
“...”
I was silent for a moment and then asked.
“Has he ever been to a temple?”
“Temple? ...Ah. What are you talking about, the fourth child of that house?”
“Oh, yes.”
My fourth brother, Gabriel Wassenberg, possesses a special ability that specializes in treating addictions and internal injuries.
Even incurable diseases of unknown causes were cured as if washed away with just one touch of Gabriel's hand, making him almost like a god.
So, our family created a baseless religion called the 'Salvation Church' and established temples in various places. Gabriel acted as the leader and sucked up donations from believers who were in desperate need of treatment.
A crazy heretic cartel...
“I don’t know for sure, but he was a man who did everything to cure his wife. Didn’t he ever go to a temple? If he had done something for him at home, he wouldn’t have passed away.”
“Did she pass away?!”
“A long time ago. I even went to her funeral.”
“Oh, I see.”
I stopped for a moment.
'Hmm.'
And as I looked back at the restaurant I had just left, I thought of Amy, the employee.
***
That moment.
With a heavy heart, Professor Gustav Lettmann thought of his dead wife.
He wanted to live, and he was able to live.
But the past has already passed.
For the sake of his dead wife and fellow professors, he simply does what he can.
‘His Majesty the Emperor should also send troops quickly...’
The <Conrad Project>, which failed 12 years ago, was an experiment tacitly approved by the royal family.
And this time again Gustav asked the Emperor for help.
The experiment had to be conducted secretly, avoiding Wassenberg's pursuit. Naturally, it would have been difficult with only Gustav's manpower and financial resources...
***
The Crown Prince of the Valencia Empire, Bane Valencia, was a brilliant man who took care of the country on behalf of the weak Emperor.
Because he was young, he was full of passion and tried his best not to give in to the corrupt forces that were trying to dominate the empire.
Perhaps Bane's father, the Emperor, also had a similar passion in his youth.
He has been tormented his entire life by those with supernatural powers who are blinded by power, and he has lost all will to fight...
"Listen, Nike. Why are you so gaunt? Surely you don't only eat when I feed you?"
Bane prepared a simple breakfast in his office and called his youngest brother, Third Prince Nike, to sit down.
He was just trying to spend time with his brother, whom he felt sorry for and indebted to, but...
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
The blunt Nike spoke stiffly as always.
But Bane was even happy about that. He was a pitiful and grateful little brother.
“Yes, eat a lot.”
The 'Conrad Project' was secretly started 13 years ago to fight against those with superpowers.
Nike was experimented with for supernatural powers at the tender age of four. The Emperor himself had sent his son to the experiment.
At an age when he didn't even realize what was happening to him...
Bane doesn't know how terrible things his brother went through, but he came back alive.
The only successful project of the Konrad project.
Only the Emperor and the Crown Prince knew that Nike had supernatural powers.
“Your Highness, I have a message for you to check.”
Then the aide came. Bane was displeased.
“I told you not to disturb me when I’m with my younger sibling.”
“I apologize. However, he requested that I inform Your Highness immediately...”
“...!”
Bane was confused.
“...Is that him?”
"Yes."
Bane glanced back at Nike. His younger brother's eyes were filled with wonder. Bane smiled awkwardly, then stood up and headed directly to the aide at the door.
Bane's hands trembled as he received the letter.
Professor Lettman...
This was a diversion of the communication that was supposed to go to the Emperor.
Gustav Lettman.
Someone who contacted the Emperor very secretly to resume experiments on transplanting supernatural powers.
There had been quite a bit of communication between them, and it seemed the Emperor had given a positive response, but Bane only found out about it late.
'Father, even though you lost your gun, this is truly crazy.'
Bane had no intention of allowing those horrific experiments to continue. The Emperor, past and present, would have tolerated them out of a desperate need...
'It's not me.'
Such inhumane experiments are unacceptable. A horrific past where people became demons to capture demons. We must never repeat it.
“...!”
However, when Bane read the letter, he was taken aback.
[ This will likely be our last contact.
We have a way to acquire a person with this ability, so we will resume experiments immediately. ]
‘This, this crazy guy...’
[ You must know that the burden of risk is great for my powerless disciples and me.
Maybe I'll have to risk being caught or discovered by Wassenberg.
I'll tell you about the experimental base that I haven't mentioned until now for security reasons. I'll provide the troops and funds to escort it... ]
"Your Highness ."
Just then, Nike, who had approached from behind, called out. Bane turned around, crumpling the letter.
"Listen, Nike. Why are you so gaunt? Surely you don't only eat when I feed you?"
Bane prepared a simple breakfast in his office and called his youngest brother, Third Prince Nike, to sit down.
He was just trying to spend time with his brother, whom he felt sorry for and indebted to, but...
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
The blunt Nike spoke stiffly as always.
But Bane was even happy about that. He was a pitiful and grateful little brother.
“Yes, eat a lot.”
The 'Conrad Project' was secretly started 13 years ago to fight against those with superpowers.
Nike was experimented with for supernatural powers at the tender age of four. The Emperor himself had sent his son to the experiment.
At an age when he didn't even realize what was happening to him...
Bane doesn't know how terrible things his brother went through, but he came back alive.
The only successful project of the Konrad project.
Only the Emperor and the Crown Prince knew that Nike had supernatural powers.
“Your Highness, I have a message for you to check.”
Then the aide came. Bane was displeased.
“I told you not to disturb me when I’m with my younger sibling.”
“I apologize. However, he requested that I inform Your Highness immediately...”
“...!”
Bane was confused.
“...Is that him?”
"Yes."
Bane glanced back at Nike. His younger brother's eyes were filled with wonder. Bane smiled awkwardly, then stood up and headed directly to the aide at the door.
Bane's hands trembled as he received the letter.
Professor Lettman...
This was a diversion of the communication that was supposed to go to the Emperor.
Gustav Lettman.
Someone who contacted the Emperor very secretly to resume experiments on transplanting supernatural powers.
There had been quite a bit of communication between them, and it seemed the Emperor had given a positive response, but Bane only found out about it late.
'Father, even though you lost your gun, this is truly crazy.'
Bane had no intention of allowing those horrific experiments to continue. The Emperor, past and present, would have tolerated them out of a desperate need...
'It's not me.'
Such inhumane experiments are unacceptable. A horrific past where people became demons to capture demons. We must never repeat it.
“...!”
However, when Bane read the letter, he was taken aback.
[ This will likely be our last contact.
We have a way to acquire a person with this ability, so we will resume experiments immediately. ]
‘This, this crazy guy...’
[ You must know that the burden of risk is great for my powerless disciples and me.
Maybe I'll have to risk being caught or discovered by Wassenberg.
I'll tell you about the experimental base that I haven't mentioned until now for security reasons. I'll provide the troops and funds to escort it... ]
"Your Highness ."
Just then, Nike, who had approached from behind, called out. Bane turned around, crumpling the letter.
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