No One of Her Own

In the underground shelter, firelight illuminated a room of seventy or eighty square meters. A large table stood in the middle, laden with food and wine.

Of course, most of it was canned food, salads, and other things that didn't need cooking.

Bronya and the others sat around the table, silently eating the food as Black Wolf and his men watched them eagerly. But when Seele saw Bronya eating and was about to start on her own food, Bronya stopped her.

They ate for more than ten minutes. Then Black Wolf stood up with a glass of red wine in hand.

"Is everyone satisfied with today's hospitality?"

"Oh! There's plenty of food here. I feel great! Very satisfied." Miller stood up and praised the spread with exaggerated smiles and gestures.

"This is the most food I've had in a while! Though I'd prefer steak!" Masenna said, eating the beef from his can in one bite.

"I'm glad you're satisfied. But... my food isn't that easy to eat."

Black Wolf's expression suddenly changed, his eyes turning vicious. The next moment, more than twenty people rushed in with guns, quickly surrounding Garcia, Bronya, and the others.

"What do you mean by this?"

Caught off guard by the sudden move, Garcia and the others froze for a moment, then immediately pulled out the pistols they'd kept hidden on them. They'd known Black Wolf was no good, so they'd come prepared. They just hadn't expected him to make his move so openly.

"I have a particular quirk: I like to have absolute control." With that, Black Wolf clapped his hands. Three people in white coats approached him, each carrying a syringe.

"**?"

Looking at the syringe in front of her, Bronya guessed what it was.

"**? Of course not. It's a gift from God.