"Mr. Dio, is it? I'm Silva Zoldyck, the current head of the Zoldyck Family. Sorry for the trouble my son has caused you."
Unexpectedly, Silva was exceedingly polite and proper, his nod and words carrying the composed bearing of an aristocrat.
In fact, as an established family with a legacy spanning several centuries, the Zoldyck Family had accumulated countless riches without lacking the bearing of a great family. They were certainly no nouveau riche who knew nothing but killing.
Since Silva had taken the initiative to greet him, Dio naturally returned the courtesy. "Good afternoon, Mr. Silva. It was rude of me to visit so suddenly. I brought a few gifts-"
As he spoke, Dio turned toward Kikyo with a smile, only to meet a pair of bewildered eyes.
Kikyo: ?
"Why are you looking at me?"
Kikyo had yet to recover from the shock of Silva's sudden appearance and asked the question instinctively.
"Where's the stuff I bought at the supermarket in town?"
Dio glanced at Killua Zoldyck's empty hands, looking at him with a "kindly" expression.
You couldn't even keep track of a few things I asked you to carry!
"Oh, the stuff you had me carry-"
Kikyo thought for a moment, then said indifferently, "Forgot. I probably dropped it in the woods."
Wait, killing intent!
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Kikyo instantly scanned her surroundings warily.
Thump!
Dio's fist suddenly descended, making Kikyo stagger, her eyes widening.
Being on guard was useless!
"What are you doing?!"
Caught by the sudden blow, Kikyo clutched her head and glared at Dio, demanding an answer.
Dio could not be bothered with her. He turned to Silva with a smile. "I did buy some gifts, actually, but on our way here, Kikyo said she saw her eldest