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hear, I suppose. You’re about ten thousand times better looking than they make out.”
    His words trailed off there.
    As Lagoon stared intently at D, faint ripples seemed to travel through the giant’s expression. Not even D could tell whether they were of surprise or puzzlement.
    D quickly went into action. Although it invited a rapid loss of strength that caused him to stumble, all the guards’ eyes reflected was an attack by this person of inhuman beauty. They were all paralyzed by the unearthly aura D gave off.
    Their weapons groaned. A trio of arrows loosed by steel bowstrings that could bear five tons were absorbed by the gorgeous figure in black, two of them being deflected by one of his hands while the third and final one sank deep into the right side of his chest.
    â€œAh!” exclaimed May—and Lagoon.
    D backed away unsteadily, grabbing hold of May with his right hand and pulling the arrow from his chest with his left before hurling it like a missile. It penetrated the forehead of the guard who’d shot D, killing him instantly.
    While the heart was a different matter, the right side of a dhampir’s chest wasn’t a vital spot thanks to their Noble blood. Especially not after the arrow had been extracted—the wound would close almost immediately. But the unsteadiness in D’s steps was troubling, as if that one arrow had unleashed all the sickness in his body.
    Racing over to the railing with May tucked under his arm, he grabbed hold of something in the air with his right hand.
    â€œHey!”
    â€œHe’s got something strung up there!”
    Instead of firing a second volley of arrows, the guards saw D’s unsteady steps and decided to take matters into their own hands, discarding their bows and drawing the bastard swords from their hips as they rushed him.
    â€œStop!” Lagoon bellowed, his gigantic form trembling with the cry, but it was unclear for whom it was intended.
    Up on the railing with the hem of his coat spreading like the wings of some supernatural bird, D slid off toward the depths of the forest along with May. His right hand held May now, while his left had a tight grip on the steel line strung through the air.
    Until he saw the naked blade D held in his teeth, Lagoon didn’t know why the two men who’d charged him had toppled backward in a bloody mist. And by the time he got to the railing, the shapes had dissolved into the darkness. There was only the cry of the wind.
    The gigantic bordello owner turned what could be called a strange-looking face toward the rustling forest, and his words sounded almost like an incantation as he muttered, “That face . . . It can’t be, it just can’t. We’ll meet again, man called D!”
    -
    Around the same time D was arriving on the bordello’s roof, the baron reached the gates of the opulent castle in the center of the village. On the way there, no hidden defenses had been unleashed on him, and precisely because of this, his heart truly burned with fretfulness at his inability to guess what the enemy—his father—might be planning. There was no chance the lord was unaware of his arrival. Despite the fact that the monitor eyes of the automated surveillance system had been trained on him ever since he’d crossed the double moat, the drawbridge had lowered into place, and when the baron reached the main gate, the sentries opened it without saying a word.
    At some point he’d gotten out of his carriage, and now he stood alone in a vast hall within the castle. He no longer seemed fretful. Even if he actually were, he wasn’t the sort of young man who would let it show on his face or in his bearing. He was gazing silently at the throne before him. Glittering with gold and jewels, it was the seat of the man he’d left behind some twenty years earlier. There was no sentimentality in this. He’d come here to do a job he never should’ve had to