After saying that, without waiting for any response from Calvados, Vermouth let out a weary sigh, then hung up with a beep.
Calvados stared at the darkened phone screen, completely stunned.
Akai Shuichi? That "Silver Bullet" whose name struck fear into so many?
This hasty summons from the goddess tonight was actually related to that man?
"If I were fully armed, I wouldn't mind crossing paths with him for that goddess's sake, but now..."
In his current state, however unwilling he was, Calvados had to admit that Vermouth was right: against Akai Shuichi, he truly had little chance of winning.
...In other words, because of that damn guy, he had actually stumbled into surviving?
So was that bastard Curly-Haired One an enemy... or a benefactor?
"No! What benefactor or enemy? He's clearly a target for silencing!"
Calvados could not help slamming a fist into the seat. "He actually dared attack me and take my phone. He knows far too much. I should..."
As he thought about it, Calvados fell silent again.
—Silence him?
But he had no idea where the other man came from, or where he was now.
Report it to the Organization and have them find him?
But then, compared to that mysterious black-clad curly-haired man, he, the executive who had lost both his gun and his dignity, would probably be the first to suffer.
Could it be... could he only let it go for now?
Calvados stared blankly at the full moon outside the window, sinking into thought.
And he failed to notice that the car he was riding in was getting faster and faster.
The logistics officer driving him beside him: ...Why hadn't this junker reached its destination after all this time? He needed to dump the guy next to him as soon as possible, lest