"Ray Shigeyoshi"

"Senpai! Tasukete!"

I sighed deeply.

I threw the two scum's bodies like tin cans and turned around to see Shinji being held by the last Yakuza member, with a knife pointed at his throat.

"Back off, foreign boy!." The last Yakuza member cried with fear on his eyes.

"Or I will cut this little retard's throat." The scared Yakuza member added.

I scoffed.

"I'm not joking, you fucking foreign gorilla!"

"Do it, then." I said calmly with a subtle grin on my face.

"Wah! Senpai? What do you mean?!" Shinji cried.

"I don't even know that lad." I calmy added.

"Fuck you! You owe me a few missing teeth!" The man growled with blood running from his broken nose.

"Go for his teeth."

I pointed at Shinji.

"This is not funny, Ray-senpai!" Shinji cried, with a tear running down his cheek.

"No, I want his girl!" The man tried to bargain.

My grin faded.

"If you give me his girl, I will tell the Mis-"

In a swift move, I threw a chopstick aimed at his right eye with such speed and precision that it penetrated his eye, killing him instantly. Shinji was freed from his restraint.

Shinji was beyond shocked and couldn't process what he went through.

Suddenly, I heard a police siren from the distance, thanks to my enhanced hearing.

I then hurriedly grabbed the shocked Shinji and made our way out of the ramen shop.

Meanwhile, it was depressingly cold and breezy but lively and busy night in London.

Queen Charlotte Rourke of England has an unusual routine for every night. By day, she's a noble, majestic, sophisticated and dignified Queen, but by night, she's a secretly a socializing and extroverted young woman who has the aspiration and belief that she should live her life to the fullest with liberty and joyfulness.

Ofcourse, she's accompanied by her many Queensguards and a few Queenswomen, ready to protect and kill for the safety of the Queen.

At an art convention being held in famous theatre district called "Theatreland", located in and near the heart of the West End of London. Charlotte, disguised with another face and identity, is busy socializing with people who shared her tastes in arts.

Unbeknownst to Charlotte, her three Queenswomen were in a middle of a gossip session, and their subject was a particular rumor spreading throughout the Queen's palace.

"Ray Shigeyoshi?"

"Yes, Valkyrie, they allegedly say he's the nephew of the Queen herself and the son of one of her sister, Risa."

"But, how did they find out, Hera?" Valkyrie asked with maximum curiosity.

Hera shook her head

"We don't know..."

"Other Queenswomen would like to know too." Hera added.

"Ray Shigeyoshi? He's Japanese, right? Another Queenswoman, Rakshesha, raised a question.

"Really, Rakshesha? Does he look like a Japanese to you?" Valkyrie refuted.

"But he was registered in the entry as Ray Shigeyoshi, not Ray Rourke." Rakshesha said.

"Yes, I know that but...." Valkyrie replied.

"It's just that...since when would the Majesty herself acquire to fit a man into our organization? Our organization is known to strictly train and empower women only." Valkyrie added.

Hera and Rakshesha knew Valkyrie had a solid point.

"You know, this would all be easy to understand if we just ask the man himself, don't you think?" Hera rashly suggested.

Valkyrie and Rakshesha looked at her with their disapproving face.

"What!?" Hera asked.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You know Ray Shigeyoshi is a cold, emotionless, silent man, right?" Valkyrie protested.

"He never once spoke to us neither worked with us. That chap always works alone."

"God only knows what kind of fucking man he is." Valkyrie added.

Rakshesha then made a giggling sound.

"But he's so fucking dreamy, don't you agree." Rakshesha said while mildly blushing, her eyes sparkling like stars.

Hera laughed

"Heh, good luck trying to compete with Izanami, whore."

Rakshesha's face turned sour after hearing the word "Izanami".

"I told you to not mention that dirty cunt's name in my face." Rakshesha muttered angrily.

"Relax, Rakshesha, she's our comrade." Valkyrie said calmly.

"Comrade my ass. That bitch is always one step ahead of us. Like she knows things that we most Queenswomen don't, and not to mention, she likes to be behind Ray always. Wherever Ray goes, she follows silently like a fucking creep."

Rakshesha explained infuriatingly.

"And it's always the-"

"Rakshesha!" Valkyrie quickly interrupted her and quietly signaled her to look behind.

Rakshesha turned her head around.

A tall, exquisite woman with a body of a goddess and silver hair appeared behind them and walked pass them.

Even from the distance, they knew it was Izanami. Izanami is often the subject among the Queenswomen in the organization because of her extreme beauty.

Though all of the Queenswomen were handpicked by Queen herself for a reason, a woman with beauty, brain, and strength combined is considered lethal in this world.

They describe Izanami as purely feminine, alluring and bewitching beauty but with a dominant and authoritative personality. She has light silver eyes and it has the shape of a cat's. Her full, voluminous lips pinkish as a blooming rose. Her hair is most envious physical trait according to other few Queenswomen. Her hair is of like an elf, smooth, long and white as a snow, and her body is considered the most ideal by the Queen herself, purely muscly and all shapely but fit as ever.

Valkyrie, Hera and Rakshesha knew this is was same woman they were talking about.

"I hate that bitch!." Rakshesha rudely commented.

Izanami heard Rakshesha's rude comment stopped in her tracks.

She turned around to face the three fellow Queenswomen with a radiant and heavenly smile.

Izanami approached them.

"Still on duty, sisters?" Izanami asked them with a smile.