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the sound of the footsteps behind him that reached the penthouse without him ever detecting anything out of the ordinary?
    â€œWho—who the hell are you?!”
    Although there was no way Balcon’s windpipe could be crushed by a hand gripping the scruff of his neck, his face already looked purple. It was due to an incredible strength, and to the ghastly aura billowing at him from the face of unearthly beauty right before his eyes. One of D’s hands released Balcon, and then there was a
swoosh
through the air as freedom was restored to all four of May’s limbs.
    Intense, ungodly—there was just no way to describe his skill with a sword.
    Balcon wasn’t even watching. Though agonized and on the verge of asphyxiation, he could only gaze at the gorgeous visage in adoration. It was at that point that he finally remembered the name of the young man.
    â€œSuch a . . . looker . . . It couldn’t be—you couldn’t be . . . D?”
    â€œBesides her, there was supposed to be another ‘new girl,’” the young man in black said in a low voice.
    To Balcon, the voice seemed that of a demon of darkness, immeasurably heavy as it echoed from the depths of the earth.
    â€œWhere is she?”
    Did that mean that D had come for Taki and May?
    Having been splayed out so indecently, May was still ashamed even now that she was free, and something hot spilled from her eyes.
    â€œI—I don’t know. There were some good girls . . . that’s all I heard. A young one and one not so young . . . and when they asked which I wanted, I asked the ages . . . and chose the young one . . .”
    â€œI know!” May shouted as she wiped away her tears. “They’ve taken Ms. Taki to ‘the castle.’”
    A gasp squeaked from “Porky’s” throat.
    Putting more strength into the fingers around the base of the man’s neck, D asked, “You know anything about that?”
    â€œWell . . . uh . . . if you’re talking about castles around here . . . Lord Vlad’s is the only one. Come to mention it . . . he also has a real taste for . . . young girls’ blood.”
    And having said this much, Balcon gave a squeal and lost consciousness. D had finally pressed all the way down to his windpipe.
    Making a light swing of one arm with the clumsily collapsing blob of flesh, the Hunter sent the man flying all the way to the far wall of the bedroom, which he crashed against before moving no more.
    â€œThank you,” May said as she stood up, already dressed in the clothes that’d been discarded by her pillow.
    â€œAny injuries?”
    Though D’s question was clinically cold, his voice seemed to come from heaven above.
    â€œEr, no.”
    â€œLet’s go,” D said, turning his back to her and walking toward the door.
    Following after him, May stepped outside, where the strong nocturnal winds tossed her hair. The rustling from the trees to either side of the building rolled over them in waves. As the torch flames grew thread-thin, their flickering light revealed a figure in black lying on the ground halfway between D and the elevator. Balcon’s bodyguard.
    Aside from the fact that D had overheard talk of “new girls they just got in today” back at the Rivers Inn and had followed Balcon’s carriage out here, the manner in which he’d managed to get up to the penthouse without drawing anyone’s attention now became clear. To wit, there was a special wire thin as a spider’s web stretching from a branch of one of those trees three hundred feet away and wound around the roof’s railing, and the Hunter had come across it. It went without saying there was a grappling hook at the end of the wire. Throwing it three hundred feet through wild night winds was no great challenge for D.
    The house was surrounded by a pair of moats and three sets of walls, with electronic eyes and human guards maintaining a strict level of