"Manager, Homelander is back."
At that moment, a young female assistant came running over to save the day, giving the middle-aged blonde manager a reminder.
The latter froze for a moment before her face lit up with joy. She hurriedly fixed her hair, undid two buttons at her chest, and went to greet Homelander as he entered the backstage area through the main doors.
Homelander wore a warmly enthusiastic smile. Before entering backstage, he had waved goodbye to the reporters outside, signed autographs for several fangirls, and offered a few considerate words.
But once he entered the backstage room of the Great Hall and That Door closed behind him, his smile vanished. When he saw his manager approaching, his eyes remained fixed on the older woman's chest.
It was one of his hobbies. Besides enjoying killing, having grown up in a laboratory since childhood had left him desperately craving familial affection—to a pathological degree.
"Is there anything you need my help with? Everyone seems to be running around in a panic." He walked over and sat on a sofa, staring at the old woman's chest as he discreetly swallowed.
His smile returned.
"They're missing. Several of them are missing! Saturn Hunter! Lamplighter!" The female manager wore a helpless expression as she grabbed Homelander's hand. "We can't find where they went, but the reception is about to begin. If something goes wrong, I might not be able to stay with you anymore."
"Don't panic. Maybe they went somewhere to have fun?" Homelander showed a foolish smile and crossed one leg over the other. "You know Saturn Hunter and Lamplighter didn't get along especially well. Maybe before retiring, they found a place to settle their grudges?"
"It's not just them. Queen Maeve, Translucent, The Deep—they've all disappeared!" The female manager grew even