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"My father?! My father was involved in this? What do you mean, Director?” many shock. Instead of being shocked or something, Marc just looked at me with his expression as calm as the sky. “He disappeared, after completing an important mission at this hotel. Therefore, we ask you to replace him” he explained later.

“Mission? From this hotel? Since when, did the hotel turn into a police station? There is a mission all...” muchu wonder. Again, these demons confused me seven circumferences. “As I said in the beginning. This hotel has the aim to exterminate the demons who intend to harm humans. We don't want to be constantly blamed for the bad deeds of other clans. There have been a hundred people from our clan, killed since the Vosre war. We continue to lose our precious people, in an unfair way” the story of Marc. Seemed, a deep sadness, adorning his usual expressionless face.

The Vosre War, huh? A very very chaotic split occurred in this region. The war between humans and demons. Less than 20 years ago. When I was 5 years old, peace suddenly became disturbed.

The beginning of the battle of Vosre, occurred as a result of an attack from a blood-sucking demon, Jean-Pierre Arceneaux. He sucked the blood of thirty humans at once, causing death. The incident frightened the humans.

The fear was also felt in various cities. One of them happened in the city where I live. My mother, the only human witch. He exerted all his strength. Make a blind shield, so the demons can't kiss our city. I remember, when the incident happened, many human corpses were lying along the road.

All of them, were killed by demons that had run rampant from one city to another. My father, a demon hunter. He inherited a sword, to kill all the vile demons during the Vorse war.

The Vorse War was the hardest. I don't know, if this demon who became my Director, also lost a lot from that war. And then, my father also disappeared after receiving a mission from him? That is, he needs my help to become the successor of father?

Aih, why? Why should I help them? My father is still missing, even I was told to replace his duties. Then, who will be responsible, for my father's disappearance?

“Ah, yes, yesterday I asked Lady He to bring you your clothes. When he arrives at your house, everything looks messy. He said, you have not paid rent.” said Marc suddenly discussing my house. Wait, what? My home? Not paid the rent? No, ah! Now, what date is it?

I was in a hurry to find a calendar, after Marc reminded me of that. Soon, I finally found a calendar sitting on Marc's desk. I glared towards the calendar. If the calendar was human, he would have been tiptoed with fear as a result of my eyes glaring too wide.

The 13th. Due to the rent of the house that should be paid on the 10th. Three days late. Oh, yes, yesterday I was unconscious for three days. Where can I pay the rent. Kan, I'm still sick. Hmm, yeah, yeah...

The house owner's mother, very disciplined and a bit annoying when it comes to money. So, I brainwashed how, that woman could be withered with my words. What yes? What yes? What's...

“Omong-by the way, your stuff has been kicked out, you know... Miss Dallaire” chirps Marc. “Already, yes...?” respond to me, while continuing to think of the right reason. Eh? What did he just say?

“My stuff... Why?” my ulama is still unconscious. “Yes. Your stuff was kicked out” replied Marc clarifying. I just realized. “What?!!” I pulled my hair with two hands. But I'm only three days late!!

“Three days, you know..” lamented lethargic. I know, Marc looks to laugh at me. Slowly though, I hear you! Substantial...

When I looked at her face, she finally stopped laughing. “Need help?” suddenly tricked. “There must be a price, which I have to pay” reply me guess.

Marc looks stroking his chin. “If that one, no. I guess I still have to take responsibility for the bad incidents that happened to you. Want you or Max who is under the influence of a cursed demon.”. Whahuh? The insolent! It's delicious, demon.

“You're still accusing me?!”

“Life, I never accuse people. Besides, it is indeed the wrong person”

“Say, I'm not possessed by anyone! I guess, you're smarter, Director Deval..”.

“Hmm... How, yes?”

“Do not joke. I was lazy to respond to you. If you deign to be responsible for the incident, you should help me get that rental home back”

Again, he extended his hand. “Join with me, Reine..” the door is a bit begging. This time, his voice sounded weak. He's this firm and a little...

Dangerous.

“I've told you before. I am an employee at this hotel, Director..” I said with the same answer. “You, Golden Luxury Hotel officer. Only officers. I'm asking you, not as Director” it's confusing. These demons are pissing me off!

Reluctantly, I looked towards him. Before long, I said, I,

“So, what do you want?”

“You just need to join and complete your father's long-time job he left”

“Work, means there is a reward”

“Two times your salary. During, you work well. As you have done at Golden Luxury”

“Nyawaku?”

“Protected 99.9 percent”

“Risk I got?”

“Cujamin, only 0.2 percent. During, you work according to protocol” said Marc while pointing his index finger, from starting to say the word, ‘during’ to the end of his sentence. “Hmmm...” responded me half thinking. “No need to stay in a shabby rental house. I'll give you a place in one of these hotels. Hm, a mansion” said Marc again gave a high quote.

“Kutolak..” my word is short. Salary doubled, guaranteed to be out of heavy risk and live in a luxury mansion. Usually, if given too great a privilege, it means you also have to be ready with whatever the risks. Mati, should. The devil is incredibly cunning.

“You are really hard, Reine..” complained Marc almost sounded give up. “I? Back, lah. You're the one who got me in trouble. Three days of being treated, passing out many times and now instead, getting kicked from the house that I was waiting for. Marc Bak was again shaken by the wind and waves, at the same time.

He's down. If so, I would feel guilty... Please, your clan, right, caused all this to happen? Now, I'm being urged to accept his offer.

“My dad? How?” I break the silence. “Hm? We still continue to look for him.” he replied rather surprised. I was, all of a sudden, that's it. Wkkk! Funny but. Rarely, I make a Director so confused.

“Alright” I said in the end. “Means?” he was confused, because he was still a bit shocked. “Yes, I am willing to join” obviously I am relaxed.

Tuh, tuh... His eyes instantly emitted an aura of instantaneous happiness. The devil wants a lot! Hhh, how are you doing again? Even avoiding this fate, I would not be able to do it.

So, the only way, is to accept. Well... The suffering of a descendant of a witch is indeed, difficult.

I haven't had the chance to shake Marc's hand before, had time to go down to the table, suddenly a voice sounded loudly echoing.

Bruak!!

Like, a sound of falling wood. With a shocked face, I stared at Marc. He, looks like he's standing from his chair.

“Stay behind me, Rei..” the door is firm, yet soft-pitched. I answered with a nod. In his hand, there was already a gun decorated with something dazzling to the eye. It's golden. That's what it's called...

Death Ash?