Emily went to see Roger Goldwyn, the most famous person raised by the Starr organization.
“Your acting was great today, too.”
“Madam! It’s been a while. But next to you is...”
Roger looked warily at the person standing next to Emily.
"Why are you standing there like that? I was just trying to compliment you on your acting."
Messina said in a tone that was hurtful.
“Mrs. Messina, you don’t go to see your own theater performance.”
"I find your face more interesting than my children's. The hair you did today suits you well."
“When Messina sees me, do you only talk about my face?”
"Then?"
Roger gave up on talking to Messina and turned his attention to Emily.
“Madam, please come inside first.”
He gave up his seat in one corner of the waiting room, and Messina sat down next to her.
“I don’t remember inviting Messina.”
Emily opened her mouth with an embarrassed expression at Roger's still stiff attitude.
"I brought her here. I have something important to discuss with you."
At those words, Roger frowned and tilted his head.
No matter how much he thought about it, the combination of these two was just so strange. It was like an innocent puppy and a wildcat walking together, oblivious to anything.
Emily asked with a bright face whether Roger thought that or not.
“Roger, do you like card games?”
Roger felt like he was falling deeper and deeper into a labyrinth when she was suddenly asked if he liked card games.
“Yes.. I enjoy it.”
At Roger's affirmation, Emily and Messina met eyes and smiled.
It was the most suspicious smile Roger had ever seen.
“Do you have any days off this month?”
Roger, who was very suspicious, answered slowly.
“Yes, starting the day after tomorrow, I will be taking a break for a while.”
Judging by the atmosphere, it was clear that she was trying to make an unusual request of him.
“What on earth is going on?”
When Roger finally asked her a direct question, Emily cleared her throat and got to the point.
“Did you hear that Killian was attacked by the Viscount Coventry this time?”
“Yes, I know.”
The more he thought about it, the more infuriating it became that such an unheard-of person would dare to attack the boss.
“So, are you also aware that the Viscount Coventry made some sort of deal with the Count of Enoch Blois?”
“Yes, I heard that you witnessed it yourself, Madam.”
All informants within the Starr organization were mobilized to investigate the relationship between the two people.
“I heard that the Viscount Coventry is a member of the Pantheon Club.”
At those words, Roger's face became serious, and he was lost in thought.
“I heard the Pantheon Club is a secret membership club for a small number of people, so how did he get there...?”
“Can’t you tell just by looking at it that it smells bad?”
Messina chimed in, drinking tea from the pot.
“What, it’s all cold.”
She put the teacup down again, chuckling.
"What are you doing with all the overflowing magic stones in your organization? Instead of using them to heat up your ports."
“I like bitter tastes, so I drink it cold on purpose.”
“You have all sorts of tastes.”
Emily coughed at the thought of him trying to get into another useless topic.
Then the two people turned their attention back to Emily's conversation.
“I think if we meet the members of the Pantheon Club, we might be able to figure out some connection between the two.”
“It’s definitely possible.”
“That’s why I came to you. I wanted to ask you to come with me.”
"Yes?"
It was a request he never thought of.
"If I go alone, I'll definitely be turned away. People say that if a celebrity like you goes with someone, they're more likely to let you in."
“But would it be okay for you to go, Madam?”
"The Viscount Coventry has an arm injury and won't be able to come to the club for a while. It'll be fine if you go then."
“No, what I meant was that I don’t think the boss will send you there.”
"Ah."
Emily continued speaking as if it was nothing.
“I’ll say I’m going to go play cards.”
"And the Pantheon Club is in the Rezzetta district, right? What would you say if I offered to protect you?"
“Are you going to tell me that you’re going with me?”
“Wouldn’t that make you feel more at ease?”
The two people shared an ambiguous expression at Emily's words.
“I think it would be better not to say that.”
“Yes, I think so too.”
Roger had a nightmare about having his hair cut short because of Killian's jealousy.
It was because Emily said Roger's long hair was attractive.
“Is that so? Yes, then.”
At Emily's answer, Roger opened his mouth quickly.
“That doesn’t mean I’m going!”
“Hey, if a woman is willing to step up for her man, you’re not going to help her?”
As Messina spoke, crossing her arms, Emily nodded beside her.
"You all know my gaming skills. I can beat any member of the Starr organization."
It may sound like a cute boast, but it was actually true.
“I think it’s time to use my strengths.”
At those words, Roger sighed and held his head.
“Ugh, this is really tricky.”
“If Mr. Goldwin is in too much trouble, there’s nothing we can do.”
Emily looked down with a sullen face.
"...All right."
In the end, Roger lost.
“Really?”
“Yes, the method you suggested seems to be the simplest way to discover the identity of the Viscount.”
Messina tapped Roger on the shoulder.
“Good idea.”
Roger glanced at Messina.
He suspected that Messina was the mastermind who had incited Emily to carry out this plan.
“Are you sure you’re watching our backs?”
“Is that so?”
Roger suddenly had a strange thought.
“The Giuliano organization isn’t involved in this case, so why are you helping?”
“I wonder if Giuliano was involved?”
Messina blurted out something meaningful.
"What do you mean? Are you saying the Giuliano Organization was involved in this incident?"
“It’s still just my guess.”
Messina wanted to say more, but held back.
“If we dig into the Viscount Coventry, we’ll find out more.”
It was his own greed to ask for something from that witch-like woman.
“...Yes, I understand. I’ll proceed with the understanding that you’re helping, Messina.”
Emily and Messina clapped their hands.
She finally managed to convince Roger Goldwyn.
A few days later, the three stood in front of the Pantheon Club.
“According to my network, today is the day when the Viscount Coventry and the members who often play games are gathering.”
Messina opened her mouth confidently.
“Are you sure the Viscount Coventry didn’t show up?”
“Yeah, I guess his wrist injury is pretty serious?”
“That’s fortunate.”
Messina shrugged and spoke to the two men.
“The Pantheon Club is in our area, but it’s not within our sphere of influence.”
Usually, clubs had deep ties to mafia organizations, and the organizations would support them in return for giving them money.
However, there were some places like the Pantheon Club that had their own security guards, although rare.
“If there’s a problem there, I can handle it somehow, but you have to figure out your own position.”
“Yes, I know.”
Roger showed up dressed more heavily than he did on stage to make his entrance easier.
And Emily standing next to him....
“Is it weird?”
"No, she looks like a woman who ran away from home because she was addicted to gambling. She's well-made."
At first, Emily had no intention of changing her appearance, but with the recent scandal with Prince Kite, she disguised herself to be careful in case anyone recognized her.
Besides, if rumors spread that Roger and Emily were to appear at the club again, she would become a great witch, so she decided to disguise herself.
After donning a platinum blonde wig and using the eye color-changing potion that John gave her, Emily temporarily acquired sky blue eyes.
She also had aegyo dots placed under her eyes and on her cheeks, and her makeup was several times more extravagant than usual.
“Do your best.”
With Messina's cheering, Roger and Emily knocked on the door of the Pantheon Club.
After a while, a huge guard opened the door from inside.
“Mr. Roger Goldwyn?”
“You know me.”
Roger shook hands with the guard with a relaxed smile.
"Of course I know! Aren't you the best actor in the world? Wow, I can't believe I get to shake hands with all the great actors."
Despite his fierce appearance, the guard was a very witty person.
“But why did you come here?”
“I want to enjoy a card game with my friend.”
With perfect timing, Emily lowered the fan covering her face and smiled faintly at the guard.
"Hello."
The guard swallowed hard at the sight of the beautiful woman's smile, which was so beautiful that it made his eyes spin.
“Well, this is a members-only club... I can recommend another place.”
Roger said, slamming the club door shut.
“How could it not work? My friend was curious about the Pantheon Club.”
"Yes, I've heard the cocktails at the Pantheon Club are really delicious. I think drinking one of those would really improve your game."
The guard, who had been pondering those words for a moment, nodded.
"Then, could you please wait a moment? I'll go ask the chairman."
“Yes, please.”
Emily smiled at him, waving her fan gently until the very end.
“Your acting was great today, too.”
“Madam! It’s been a while. But next to you is...”
Roger looked warily at the person standing next to Emily.
"Why are you standing there like that? I was just trying to compliment you on your acting."
Messina said in a tone that was hurtful.
“Mrs. Messina, you don’t go to see your own theater performance.”
"I find your face more interesting than my children's. The hair you did today suits you well."
“When Messina sees me, do you only talk about my face?”
"Then?"
Roger gave up on talking to Messina and turned his attention to Emily.
“Madam, please come inside first.”
He gave up his seat in one corner of the waiting room, and Messina sat down next to her.
“I don’t remember inviting Messina.”
Emily opened her mouth with an embarrassed expression at Roger's still stiff attitude.
"I brought her here. I have something important to discuss with you."
At those words, Roger frowned and tilted his head.
No matter how much he thought about it, the combination of these two was just so strange. It was like an innocent puppy and a wildcat walking together, oblivious to anything.
Emily asked with a bright face whether Roger thought that or not.
“Roger, do you like card games?”
Roger felt like he was falling deeper and deeper into a labyrinth when she was suddenly asked if he liked card games.
“Yes.. I enjoy it.”
At Roger's affirmation, Emily and Messina met eyes and smiled.
It was the most suspicious smile Roger had ever seen.
“Do you have any days off this month?”
Roger, who was very suspicious, answered slowly.
“Yes, starting the day after tomorrow, I will be taking a break for a while.”
Judging by the atmosphere, it was clear that she was trying to make an unusual request of him.
“What on earth is going on?”
When Roger finally asked her a direct question, Emily cleared her throat and got to the point.
“Did you hear that Killian was attacked by the Viscount Coventry this time?”
“Yes, I know.”
The more he thought about it, the more infuriating it became that such an unheard-of person would dare to attack the boss.
“So, are you also aware that the Viscount Coventry made some sort of deal with the Count of Enoch Blois?”
“Yes, I heard that you witnessed it yourself, Madam.”
All informants within the Starr organization were mobilized to investigate the relationship between the two people.
“I heard that the Viscount Coventry is a member of the Pantheon Club.”
At those words, Roger's face became serious, and he was lost in thought.
“I heard the Pantheon Club is a secret membership club for a small number of people, so how did he get there...?”
“Can’t you tell just by looking at it that it smells bad?”
Messina chimed in, drinking tea from the pot.
“What, it’s all cold.”
She put the teacup down again, chuckling.
"What are you doing with all the overflowing magic stones in your organization? Instead of using them to heat up your ports."
“I like bitter tastes, so I drink it cold on purpose.”
“You have all sorts of tastes.”
Emily coughed at the thought of him trying to get into another useless topic.
Then the two people turned their attention back to Emily's conversation.
“I think if we meet the members of the Pantheon Club, we might be able to figure out some connection between the two.”
“It’s definitely possible.”
“That’s why I came to you. I wanted to ask you to come with me.”
"Yes?"
It was a request he never thought of.
"If I go alone, I'll definitely be turned away. People say that if a celebrity like you goes with someone, they're more likely to let you in."
“But would it be okay for you to go, Madam?”
"The Viscount Coventry has an arm injury and won't be able to come to the club for a while. It'll be fine if you go then."
“No, what I meant was that I don’t think the boss will send you there.”
"Ah."
Emily continued speaking as if it was nothing.
“I’ll say I’m going to go play cards.”
"And the Pantheon Club is in the Rezzetta district, right? What would you say if I offered to protect you?"
“Are you going to tell me that you’re going with me?”
“Wouldn’t that make you feel more at ease?”
The two people shared an ambiguous expression at Emily's words.
“I think it would be better not to say that.”
“Yes, I think so too.”
Roger had a nightmare about having his hair cut short because of Killian's jealousy.
It was because Emily said Roger's long hair was attractive.
“Is that so? Yes, then.”
At Emily's answer, Roger opened his mouth quickly.
“That doesn’t mean I’m going!”
“Hey, if a woman is willing to step up for her man, you’re not going to help her?”
As Messina spoke, crossing her arms, Emily nodded beside her.
"You all know my gaming skills. I can beat any member of the Starr organization."
It may sound like a cute boast, but it was actually true.
“I think it’s time to use my strengths.”
At those words, Roger sighed and held his head.
“Ugh, this is really tricky.”
“If Mr. Goldwin is in too much trouble, there’s nothing we can do.”
Emily looked down with a sullen face.
"...All right."
In the end, Roger lost.
“Really?”
“Yes, the method you suggested seems to be the simplest way to discover the identity of the Viscount.”
Messina tapped Roger on the shoulder.
“Good idea.”
Roger glanced at Messina.
He suspected that Messina was the mastermind who had incited Emily to carry out this plan.
“Are you sure you’re watching our backs?”
“Is that so?”
Roger suddenly had a strange thought.
“The Giuliano organization isn’t involved in this case, so why are you helping?”
“I wonder if Giuliano was involved?”
Messina blurted out something meaningful.
"What do you mean? Are you saying the Giuliano Organization was involved in this incident?"
“It’s still just my guess.”
Messina wanted to say more, but held back.
“If we dig into the Viscount Coventry, we’ll find out more.”
It was his own greed to ask for something from that witch-like woman.
“...Yes, I understand. I’ll proceed with the understanding that you’re helping, Messina.”
Emily and Messina clapped their hands.
She finally managed to convince Roger Goldwyn.
***
A few days later, the three stood in front of the Pantheon Club.
“According to my network, today is the day when the Viscount Coventry and the members who often play games are gathering.”
Messina opened her mouth confidently.
“Are you sure the Viscount Coventry didn’t show up?”
“Yeah, I guess his wrist injury is pretty serious?”
“That’s fortunate.”
Messina shrugged and spoke to the two men.
“The Pantheon Club is in our area, but it’s not within our sphere of influence.”
Usually, clubs had deep ties to mafia organizations, and the organizations would support them in return for giving them money.
However, there were some places like the Pantheon Club that had their own security guards, although rare.
“If there’s a problem there, I can handle it somehow, but you have to figure out your own position.”
“Yes, I know.”
Roger showed up dressed more heavily than he did on stage to make his entrance easier.
And Emily standing next to him....
“Is it weird?”
"No, she looks like a woman who ran away from home because she was addicted to gambling. She's well-made."
At first, Emily had no intention of changing her appearance, but with the recent scandal with Prince Kite, she disguised herself to be careful in case anyone recognized her.
Besides, if rumors spread that Roger and Emily were to appear at the club again, she would become a great witch, so she decided to disguise herself.
After donning a platinum blonde wig and using the eye color-changing potion that John gave her, Emily temporarily acquired sky blue eyes.
She also had aegyo dots placed under her eyes and on her cheeks, and her makeup was several times more extravagant than usual.
“Do your best.”
With Messina's cheering, Roger and Emily knocked on the door of the Pantheon Club.
After a while, a huge guard opened the door from inside.
“Mr. Roger Goldwyn?”
“You know me.”
Roger shook hands with the guard with a relaxed smile.
"Of course I know! Aren't you the best actor in the world? Wow, I can't believe I get to shake hands with all the great actors."
Despite his fierce appearance, the guard was a very witty person.
“But why did you come here?”
“I want to enjoy a card game with my friend.”
With perfect timing, Emily lowered the fan covering her face and smiled faintly at the guard.
"Hello."
The guard swallowed hard at the sight of the beautiful woman's smile, which was so beautiful that it made his eyes spin.
“Well, this is a members-only club... I can recommend another place.”
Roger said, slamming the club door shut.
“How could it not work? My friend was curious about the Pantheon Club.”
"Yes, I've heard the cocktails at the Pantheon Club are really delicious. I think drinking one of those would really improve your game."
The guard, who had been pondering those words for a moment, nodded.
"Then, could you please wait a moment? I'll go ask the chairman."
“Yes, please.”
Emily smiled at him, waving her fan gently until the very end.
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