Hans sat on the leather-covered seat on the first-class section of the plane and then proceeded to gaze out the window.
'What do you think?'
He thought, talking to Caelan without speaking.
"I don't know, it's not something that can be solved in just one night, is it?"
'… I guess so'
Hans was about to return to Italy.
Now that he had made the hasty decision of leaving behind Emma, the only way he had to discover what was going on was to ask none other than his grandfather.
He had been hunting the crimson lady for many years, and he held a deep grudge against her, not to talk about the fact that he was very familiar with that woman's face.
But that wasn't all… he was trying to find a way to better control his powers… after the deep reflection he had the previous day, he thought up many ways to utilize them…