"I didn't expect the Lion King Organization to send such a beautiful girl to keep an eye on ," said the man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes as he took a sip from the glass of wine in his hand. "May I have the honor of knowing your na?"
"Kirasaka Sayaka, Shamanic War Dancer from the Lion King Organization," the beautiful girl replied, stepping out from the shadows and standing at a carefully asured distance from the blond man.
She was a vision of beauty, her presence magnetic and impossible to ignore. Her dark brown hair, glossy as silk under the moonlight, cascaded down all the way to her knees, tied into a sleek ponytail that reflected both vitality and discipline. Her neatly trimd bangs leaned gracefully to the right side of her face, like a shy curtain concealing untold secrets.
Her eyes, an enchanting shade of turquoise green, shone with both vitality and cunning, carrying within their depths a brilliance akin to the sea glimring under the first rays of dawn. A single look from her was enough to unsettle anyone who dared to stare too long.
Her body was sculpted with divine precision. Sayaka's long, slender legs, clad in black thigh-high stockings, added an elegant yet subtly seductive allure to her figure. Her steps were light and graceful, moving with such quiet assurance that it felt as though the earth itself made way for her.
Her figure combined both suppleness and strength. Her waist was slim and toned, her curves balanced in a captivating harmony; a firm, athletic backside that hinted at her physical prowess, and a full chest that radiated overwhelming femininity. Her unique beauty wasn't the fleeting, ordinary kind—it was the sort that made fashion models glance at their reflections in the mirror with sudden doubt.
As for the man standing across from her, he was devilishly handso, with platinum-blond hair, striking blue eyes, and an aura of mystery and dominance surrounding him. It was clear from his gaze—laden with hidden boredom and contempt—that he looked at the world as though it were a toy box, searching for sothing new to amuse him.
This man was none other than Dimitrie Vatler, Duke of Ardeal—a direct descendant of the Lost Warlord, and said to be the closest being to the Primogenitors themselves, for he had devoured two Second-Generation Vampires, both direct descendants of the Primogenitors.
"But tell ," Vatler asked with amused curiosity as he swirled the wine in his glass, "is the Lion King Organization truly fine with granting permission to dock at Itogami Island without the Fourth Primogenitor's approval? If the Fourth Primogenitor were to grow displeased, he could erase the LKO from existence. And let's not forget—I wouldn't be walking away unscathed either."
"Itogami Island is under Japanese jurisdiction. The Fourth Primogenitor has no authority to interfere in such matters," Sayaka replied coldly. After all, the island wasn't his domain, nor did he have the right to dictate who could dock or leave.
"I do hope you're right," Vatler said with a smile, though it was clear he secretly wished for trouble—for such a conflict would grant him the chance to fight the Fourth Primogenitor, the strongest vampire in the world.
"…" Sayaka's eyes drifted toward the island, glittering with countless lights. Despite the late hour, many people still road the streets, laughing and playing without a care.
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Itogami Island, Monday.
Kojou walked toward Saikai Academy alongside Asagi and the others. His group, made up of several beautiful girls—Erica, Ena, Lili, Yuriko, Nagisa, and Touka—drew plenty of attention. Especially today, as there was a new face among them: Yuriko.
Judging from her uniform, she was a student of Saikai Academy. Since none of them recognized her, they assud she must be a transfer student. Lately, the academy had seen a wave of new transfers, and just today, rumors spread about a new P.E. teacher and a nurse joining the staff. It seed the academy was renewing its faculty.
The group walked together, chatting cheerfully, particularly since the annual sports festival was drawing near, and today was the day participants would be chosen for each event.
The school grounds buzzed with excitent. Students moved through the courtyards, animatedly discussing which competitions they would enter. So were already training on the field, while others handed out pamphlets detailing the scheduled events.
"I think I'll sign up for the hundred-ter dash," Erica said with a confident smile, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her red lips.
"That's just because you want to show off your speed in front of everyone," Touka teased with a sly grin. Sohow, the two had found themselves in an odd sort of harmony, their strong competitive spirits resonating with each other.
"And you? What will you choose?" Ena asked, turning toward Yuriko, who looked a little startled at being addressed.
"Hmm… maybe the relay race, or javelin throw… I haven't decided yet," Yuriko answered in a calm tone, though there was a flicker of hidden excitent in her eyes.
Kojou walked silently at the center of the group, observing them. But his expression revealed that his thoughts were already elsewhere… imagining the chaos that was bound to erupt during the festival. After all, in Itogami, nothing ever happened without sothing strange lurking behind it.
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