The wind swept the edge of the stands, carrying the stench of the slaughterhouse with it.
"..."
Viscount Levin Chinston stared intently below.
His heart was filled with confusion, incomprehension, and panic.
... was this really the gentle and kind-hearted boy he'd met just three days ago?
The unsolvable mystery was apparently related to the young man and woman beside him.
Viscount Levin Chinston took a sidelong glance at Lanci and Sikder beside him.
Lanci was still stroking the little black cat in his hand, a smile on his face, as if he was extremely gratified by the transformation of his protégé.
Meanwhile, Sikder was still leaning against the back of the chair indifferently, his palm lightly supporting his cheek.
The viscount's throat trembled lightly, and he ultimately swallowed.
He had intended to ask if the demise of the Phantom Gang these days was related to the two of them, but he subconsciously stopped himself.