[I missed the target.]
Bang!
Isaac who kicked the table, muttered,
"Useless bastard."
[......I'm sorry.]
Henry, who was sitting on the sofa, gently closed his eyes, pressed down on his temple and said,
"You're noisy. Sit down."
"They missed Trigon! If they missed him...!"
"The most important thing is who took him."
Isaac grumbled and turned his head away.
Johann stared at the communications device which was on top of the table.
"Is it the church?"
[I could feel a faint divine power among those who gathered, but the man who took the target was not a holy knight.]
Isaac narrowed his forehead.
"And there was someone else besides the church?"
[At least five more assassins were there.]
"One of them must be father."
When Johann muttered, the man who talked in the communication device was silent.
Isaac asked,
"Who are the others?"
[They seemed to be mercenaries. One of them belongs to the Western Raven...]
"It's godmother Camilla who payed for them."
When Henry muttered, Isaac frowned.
"Then how about the other two?"
[......that's the problem.]
Johann talked with a low voice.
"Find out where Trigon is. I won't forgive two mistakes."
[Yes, Master.]
As soon as the conversation ended, Isaac sank on the sofa and put his chin on it.
"Irie and my brother's knights were not even capable of knowing them. What kind of guy is it?"
"Well, I don't know. But it's going to be a problem soon."
"......"
The three brothers' eyes sank deeply.
At that time on the top of the hope, Seria who opened a huge, senderless box delivered to the office, was shocked.
"Oh my god."
Inside the box, Trigon who was tied up, wearing an eye patch and earplugs, was wiggling.
"I was worried that the assassin we sent failed, but the target was in my office."
The chairman nodded at her words.
There was a note in the box.
[Message: Make Trigon be on our side. He's a bit greedy, but he's not that bad. The keyword is his father. Because he's a good son...]
As soon as she read the letter, the letters shone red and soon began to burn. The chairman, who was looking at the letter, laughed.
"It must be the little miss."
"What shall we do?"
"We have to do what she told us."
The chairman opened Trigon's earplugs and eyepatch.
