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"I shouldn't be here."
Traynor looked as though he had seen through worldly attachments, but not quite. He looked at the man beside him, whose red hair streamed in the wind, and held himself back again and again before finally failing:
"Your Highness Red Angel, if you want to find Helene, go yourself. Why insist on bringing me?"
Medici stood by the railing in sunglasses, the wind blowing all his red hair into Traynor's face. He showed none of the guilt appropriate to someone who had embezzled public funds to book a presidential suite. Instead, he asked Traynor in "puzzlement":
"It's not as though I made you sleep on the floor, is it?"
At those words, Traynor immediately calmed down. The Red Angel hardly needed this little bit of Provoker potion feedback anyway, so he simply resorted to his unfailingly effective art of brushing things off. "You're right."
"So, do you have any leads on finding Helene and luring out the Demoness?"
Medici pushed up his sunglasses, revealing a teasing expression.
"When we left the last island, I picked up a little information. Someone's looking for that little... grandniece of yours."
Traynor replied, "I'm an only child, and I have no children. My relationship to Helene was dug out of a family tree. You can just call her by her name."
"No children?" Sauron suddenly emerged to rebuke this ignorant descendant. "The Sauron Family finally has a tolerable last scion like you, and you don't even want children? With your abilities, you could establish the main branch! The Sauron Family wouldn't have declined this far!"
"You're right."
"Stop brushing me off like that! As a Hunter, you don't have a shred of the ambition a future Conqueror should possess. How do you have the nerve to call yourself a