Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

In the next nearly a day, Belmode failed to see the figure of 'Little Master'.

Belmode: ......... It's outrageous.

Let's be frank.From the first time Belmode received the email from "that gentleman", there was a slightly ominous premonition in her heart that made her sting slightly.

And this premonition has allowed her to survive many times of life and death.

To ask why.

That reason is.

- "That gentleman".

Since such a long time, there has never been any mention of an heir.

I always feel that something unexpected is about to happen.

And that change is irreversible and irresistible.

It's like... the torrent of fate.

Under the dim night light, Belmode gently stroked the words on the mail with his fingers, meditating, and remained silent.

She was a little hesitant, but in the end she didn't bother the gentleman alone.

Putting the phone back in his handbag, Belmode looked out the car window.

The fleeting light and shadow passed over the window glass, as light as a weightless and free elf.

however.

There is no such thing as a "spirit".

There is only Yongye covered by the crow's black feathers here.

The glamorous woman smiled slightly, took out lipstick from her handbag, and touched up her makeup.

Then she carefully combed her slightly messy sideburns, and drove to the location of the Twilight Pavilion, which was opened to high-level members for the first time.

At the same time, Belmode couldn't help guessing what advantages the so-called "heir" had, and was favored by "that gentleman".

Is it character?smart?

Is it plasticity?Is it the added value it brings?

But it's hard to tell from any angle.

After all, "that gentleman" no longer needs these extra things, and in terms of the organization's worldwide power, how valuable is it to be able to obtain such an honor.

However, Belmode wasn't too worried.

After receiving the email just now, arrangements have been made between the senior members with the 'Code Name'.

The first to rush to the Twilight Pavilion should be the trio of rye whiskey, bourbon, and Scotland.

With the cautiousness and cruelty of those three men, she also found it troublesome. Let alone a young child, not even a scheming politician or a deep-rooted smuggler in the city has not expressed in cold sweat in front of them. Yield.

Just in time, take this opportunity to test the so-called "heir".

(Oh My God)

At this time, Belmode couldn't help showing a look of watching the excitement with ease.

(Be merciful, don't scare the new young master)

……Then,

…………Then.

Belmode couldn't hold back his expression, and stared blankly.

(the three men)

(What the hell is wrong?!)

Sitting in the living room of the Twilight Pavilion, she gracefully picked up her coffee cup and took a sip.

No one knew that Belmode, who was trying to maintain a demure posture, had already started to write a small notebook for these men in his heart.

It happened that a figure with long black hair and a knitted hat walked past the door, and Belmode called out to him:

"Ley."

Her voice was steady and soft, and she could not hear the annoyance of waiting for nearly a day.

"You guys—how long are you going to hide the young master?"

The beautiful woman smiled, and there was poison in that smile.

"Can't even see me? You guys, aren't you guarding against me?"

"Or……"

"The young master's 'suicide' was a success?"

Being questioned face to face with such sharp words, Ley stood still, turned his head sideways, and glanced at Belmode with his unwavering green eyes.

At this time, Belmode was able to see clearly that the man was actually holding a cup in his hand, and the aroma of hot milk rose from the mouth of the cup.

Belmode: ………… Can’t you see that Ley is actually a man of this style who can take care of children.

And Ley spoke in a low voice.As soon as he opened his mouth, Belmode felt that he was blind just now.

他 说:

"What are you prepared for?"

The ending sound was still a little doubtful, and lifted up.

……What is this man talking about with a venomous expression?

But thinking about it better, maybe it means that they are both high-level members with a 'code name' and they are not on guard against each other.

"Snipers often wait for a few days to wait for the best time to shoot," Ley continued. "It's not like you, Belmode, to lose patience after waiting for such a short time."

"Or……"

The man smiled lowly.

"Does 'that gentleman' have any extra tasks for you?"

No no no.This atmosphere is far from "mutually unprepared"!Is it almost the same as "tit for tat"? !

From the sight that Belmode and Ley looked at each other, one could almost see swords and swords.

After a while, Ley first compromised and curled the corners of his mouth:

"Don't be so anxious," he said still calmly, "You will see the young master soon. The child is not in good health, just rest more. What can we adults afford to wait?"

After speaking, Ley turned and left.

Belmode was behind, narrowing his eyes slightly, watching the seemingly defenseless figure.

After waiting for a while, she pondered, and turned her gaze to the rest of the people who had just arrived at the Twilight Pavilion.

— But never.

——I underestimated a woman's vengeance.

Besides, the more it is hidden like a treasure, the more curious it is.

Is there anyone who doesn't understand this truth?

[Bullet screen, laugh to death.

It's almost from woo woo woo → hee hee hee → hehehe.

"The winery keeps... no, a regular show: "Infighting"!"

"I'm dying of laughter hahahaha Belmode has 'you wait for me' written all over his face—!"

"It's over, it's over, I see Belmode turned his attention to Chianti hhhh"

"Dangerous, capitalized danger! I'm afraid the next one to get caught up in the fire is—"

After laughing, I couldn't help wiping my tears.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"I'm laughing so hard, the distillery is just sending gourd babies to save grandpas one by one! I want to condemn this behavior for nothing: just a little more spoiled people!!! Modo Modo!!!"

"I'm laughing too hard, what is the Twilight Pavilion? Snake Cave?! Wait for the beautiful snake, I'm a little scared—"

"? Then grandpa is too handsome and too young hhhh whose grandpa I took away—"

"My young master is the young master of the winery! What's wrong with pampering him?! It's a matter of course!! I can't even say a word bad about gin! Pet me with your eyes closed!!!"

"Listen to the winery, I can put my words here! Is your winery 'help us with unsalable famous wine' or 'one (white) night (day) violent (dream) rich (dream)', you can see it all My leader Zai's favorability has increased!! Why don't you take advantage of the young Zai's amnesia debuff?!"

"Sisters on the left are right! Whether you are the branch of the Tokyo winery or you are climbing the golden thigh of the port mafia, it all depends on the leader Zai Zai! Why don't you hurry up and ask for a lead?"

The barrage has an 800-meter filter for the brain power of the script team of the leader Dazai. After finally getting Young Zai back from the line of life and death, he was relieved to laugh and laugh———! ! !

"Hey hee hee hee, the leader is killing me..."

"Don't ask me why the screen is so clean shasha..."

"Limited time!! This is the only miracle where countless fans... No, the only miracle that was finally born in countless parallel worlds!! (hiss)"

"Ahhhhhhhh the leader Zaizai finally went downstairs!!! I can't get enough of this new suit?!?!"]

——As the barrage licked.

The leader Dazai went downstairs.

I don't know who personally prepared the costumes and jewelry. The previous set of miniature costumes that belonged to the port mafia leader was stained with the blood of its owner and was temporarily sent to be repaired.

At this time, as the first appearance at the dinner party, he naturally changed into new clothes.

The boy, who is still young, puts on a Western-style classic clothes, which is especially suitable for this twilight pavilion that is still indulging in the old days.

The knee-length windbreaker in navy blue is not buttoned up, revealing a small vest of the same color as the lining and a snow-white shirt with lace.

Under the layered scarves at the neckline, with the boy's walking steps, there is a light blue luster, which is the shimmer reflected by the bright sapphires on the collar flower.

And just like the first day, Dazai was wearing matching shorts, but this time he didn't wear cotton stockings. He stepped on a pair of dark boots that reached below his knees, and he showed an amazing absolute domain when he moved—— — and bandages.

Yes.After the leader Dazai finally regained his personal freedom, he didn't need to be pressed on the bed for drips, water supplements, eating, sleeping... In short, after he was forced to get "full" rest, the first thing he asked for was books and bandages.

Bourbon stared at him for a while with a headache, then finally gave it to him.

Unknowingly, the three adults who were stimulated by Dazai Osamu's relentless suicide behavior and witnessed the boy's resolute behavior have lowered the bottom line to the point where the boy doesn't take the initiative to ask for death...

As for, why should you care about the life and death of an eight-year-old boy?

Had this question been heard by any of the Whiskey Trio, they might have smiled dangerously and asked:

"Isn't this the heir of our organization? If you don't care about the young master, who else should you care about?"

In short, the reason is justified, and there is no logical loophole at all.

However, at this time, there is no one who follows Dazai behind and supports him with the aura of "little master", like a vicious dog, like a guard, like a loyal knight.

Osamu Dazai is only one person, but he walked alone in this world, and he has never been afraid in this regard.

"Everyone, good night."

Dazai said.

While speaking, the boy showed a faint smile.

The smile floated on his face, it was just a polite expression.

After he finished speaking, he walked to the main seat at the same time, and sat down naturally.

Scotland, who was seated in advance on the lower left side, stood up and helped Dazai push the high-backed dining table and chairs to a position just right from the table.

It was already night, and there was silence outside the window.

The Twilight Pavilion drew all the heavy velvet curtains, lit the lights, and lit the candlesticks.

Through the flickering candlelight, Dazai quietly looked around the crowd.

The kite pupils that were not covered by the bandages revealed a warm gaze.

"Before we eat, let's get to know each other first."

"I'm Osamu Dazai."

the boy said softly.

"Of course. It's not the famous writer who is famous all over the country."

Of course it is.

At the same time that icy gaze penetrated him, everyone understood this:

——It is "similar".

——Yes, even the dark blood of the mafia flows in his veins.

——Those who belong to the same darkness and cannot see the light, "the same kind".