Early that morning, Special Envoy Owen emerged from his bedroom feeling refreshed. Johnsen Fules, the embassy's confidential secretary, was already waiting in the office, his thin mustache neatly groomed.
"Your Excellency... Mr. Sarr has arrived," Johnsen said, stepping closer and lowering his voice.
"I know." Owen nodded absently, showing none of his usual enthusiasm at the mention of Sari.
After all, Owen had already obtained what he truly wanted from the Sari Family, and no one had noticed his real objective.
Johnsen grew anxious at his manner. "Your Excellency, I did damage the embassy's Ritual Room, but with that gentleman's mastery of ritual magic, he'll spot the problem before long... He may grow suspicious."
"That's enough, Johnsen. Don't worry. I'll handle Sari." Owen spoke without a trace of urgency, then asked, "What about Sari's granddaughter? Did you send anyone to capture her?"
"I gave the order after Mr. Sarr entered the embassy. As you instructed, I specifically told them to take her alive." Johnsen did not understand why the ambassador cared about this, but he answered anyway.
"Excellent. You've done outstanding work." Owen's praise carried a deeper meaning. Then he looked toward a corner of the room and smiled. "See? Mr. Sarr's problem has already been solved."
Johnsen followed Owen's gaze and saw a black-haired, blue-eyed "girl" standing there. She was delicate and beautiful, with a charm he could not put into words. In one hand, she held an elderly gentleman dressed in formal attire.
Black blood seeped from the gentleman's eyes. His face was pale, his lips purple, and he was no longer breathing... He was clearly dead.
"A Demoness... Is that... Mr. Sarr?!" Johnsen could not hide his shock. Every plan he and the special envoy had made called for capturing Mr. Sarr and forcing him to take