Taking down the Black Organization

She was already his familiar.

There was no need to rush things now.

Thanks to his demon king constitution, Lind wasn't tired even after two rounds.

But...

Looking at the marks on his body, Lind decided to wash up.

Being sticky all over really was uncomfortable.

That day.

At dusk.

In the dining room.

Akemi Miyano yawned, picking listlessly at her food.

"Akemi, did you have trouble sleeping?"

"And whose fault do you think that was?"

Akemi Miyano gave her younger sister a reproachful look.

The noise had kept her awake last night.

And then there had been a second round in the morning.

She couldn't even catch up on her sleep.

Whenever she closed her eyes, all she saw were scenes too explicit to describe.

It was pure torture.

"Oh my, I slept wonderfully."

Vermouth rested her chin on her hand and smiled. "And I'm feeling very energetic now."

That surprised her, too.

She should have been exhausted.

But now...

Not only did she feel refreshed, even her strength had increased dramatically.

Could it be because...

At that thought, Vermouth instinctively looked toward her master.

"Vermouth, how are things going with the Black Organization?"

"Master, I have news."

At Lind's question, Vermouth said, "I've arranged an emergency meeting."

"Renya Karasuma has confirmed he'll attend."

"Good."

Lind nodded and shoveled down a few mouthfuls. "Once everyone's finished eating, we'll get started."

Chapter 17: Taking down the Black Organization

The Black Organization's headquarters.

It stood in a remote wilderness, well hidden.

Aside from a handful of the organization's core members, no one knew its exact location.

At that moment.

Many of the Black Organization's executives had gathered in a conference room.

Renya Karasuma, who exuded an air of decay, sat at the head of the rectangular conference table, leaning on his cane.

To his left and right.

Sat Rum, Gin, Korn... the executives named after alcoholic drinks.

"Boss, aren't you giving Vermouth too much leeway? That woman claimed she had important information, but she hasn't even shown up," Gin said with a frown.

"The boss decided to hold this meeting. Are you questioning him?" Tequila asked, frowning.

"Hmph. I'm only stating the facts. If the boss thinks I'm wrong, he's welcome to punish me."

"Gentlemen, since we're here for a meeting, let's not get so heated. Whatever the issue is, we can discuss it once Vermouth arrives," Rum said, trying to smooth things over.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

A cane struck the floor.

The arguing instantly ceased.

Renya Karasuma looked around and spoke calmly.

"Vermouth has discovered a way to wield supernatural powers. That's why she was in such a hurry. Just wait patiently."

As a large criminal organization, the Black Organization naturally knew more than ordinary people.

They knew perfectly well that beneath the peaceful surface of everyday life lurked many things they didn't understand.

Otherwise...

The organization wouldn't have made immortality its goal.

At that moment, even Gin had nothing to say.

Waaah—

A piercing alarm suddenly blared.

Explosions and gunfire followed.

"What's going on?"

"Have we been infiltrated?"

Everyone was startled. Rum was about to contact the surveillance room when he realized the explosions were drawing closer.

Faintly...

They could even hear agonized screams and wails.

Boom!

The door, made entirely of alloy and capable of withstanding a missile strike, exploded apart.

The heavy stench of blood assaulted their noses.

A floor strewn with corpses and red-and-white matter came into view.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Clear footsteps rang out in the distance.

Under everyone's gaze.

Lind stepped over the corpses and entered the conference room with three women surrounding him, as casually as if he were strolling through a garden.

"Vermouth?"

"Sherry, you're alive?"

"Is that... Akemi Miyano?"

Everyone reacted differently at the sight of them.

How had those three ended up together?

And who was this man? What was going on?

"Vermouth, what is the meaning of this?"

Renya Karasuma spoke in a low voice. "You brought an outsider here."

"And killed so many people. Even you cannot be forgiven for this."

"Who cares about your forgiveness?"

Vermouth gave a cold smile, shocking everyone.

Rum and the other executives exchanged looks, each seeing disbelief in the others' eyes.

Could this Vermouth be an impostor?

How could she be so brazen?

Ignoring their stares, Vermouth hugged Lind's arm and pointed at Renya Karasuma. "Master, that old bastard is the organization's leader."

"Shall we kill them all?"

"What?" × N.

Before they could recover, they heard something even more shocking.

Everyone stared at Vermouth in utter disbelief.

This witch had actually called that man her master.

And she was being so intimate with him.

It all nearly made them think they were dreaming.

"If we kill them now, will you be able to take control of the organization's funds?"

Lind held her slender waist and asked quietly.

He was very short on money right now.

And this Black Organization was undoubtedly a suitable target for his plan to rob the rich and help the poor.

He couldn't possibly let such an enormous moneybag slip away.

"That could be a little tricky."

Vermouth blinked, then pointed at Rum. "Let's spare him for now."

"I'm confident I can offer the organization's wealth to you afterward, Master."

"Vermouth, you've truly gone insane."

Rum gaped at her, as though he were seeing this witch for the first time.

"Damn you! Take your hand off her!"

Calvados, her devoted admirer, couldn't bear it any longer and reached for his gun.

Lind casually waved his hand, and a beam of magical energy pierced straight through his body.

"How did he do that?"

Fear rose uncontrollably on some of their faces.

They had only seen a flash of light.

And Calvados was dead.

Bang!

At the same moment, Gin kicked the table over.

He drew his gun and fired with extraordinary speed.

"Pretty quick."

Lind flicked a finger, and another beam of magical energy blasted Gin into pulp.

The Black Organization's strongest fighter had been crushed like an ant underfoot.

"..." × N.

At the sight, everyone's expression changed.

Supernatural power.