Inferior ability user's return from the demonic realm

Dark Castle of Shuihu… It is a top secret and similar military facility of the Communist People's Republic of China on the outskirts of Beijing, and home to China's proud capable troops, the Dark Night Leopard.

In the parking lot of that military facility was Zhang Lin's car, the head of the Ministry of Defence, who is also a Communist executive.

Zhang Lin looks back to his entourage as he comes in front of the Dark Night Leopard's chief's room, located behind the top floor of this facility.

"You wait here."

"Okay. Call me if you need anything."

That's what Zhang Lin told me, and the man with the military hat in deep snorts. The man with him has a guttering long body and smiles as he drips his lustrous silver hair.

Few people are brought together when Zhang Lin, who rarely trusts people, enters this facility. In that sense, I could say that this man with you is treated as an exception. But I wasn't allowed to be accompanied just as far inside the room I was about to enter.

Zhang Lin knocked on the door of the Lord's room at this facility, which is the purpose of this visit, with a stuffed expression.

"Count! I'm coming in!

If it's the usual Zhang Lin, he waits for a response from inside before entering the room, but this time when he opens that heavy door wide without waiting for that reply, he disappears to jump into the room.

For a moment from that unnecessarily wide open door came into view of what was going on inside and of the man who was ordered to wait outside the room for the appearance of the Lord in this room.

And then the door closes and the silver-haired long-haired man standing outside the room puts force into his eyes when he hands on his chin.

"Oh no... this surprised me. I saw the face of a man I miss. That man... you're pretty sure that man who used to bustle the French court ~. Then is the curse mastermind his mistress? Hmm, but now I see just a little purpose. And the reason I'm after that blonde lady... in two ways. Considering that guy's in command here, it's a pain in the ass, and you might remember my face for a second. Shall I give it up here this time?"

Gaston muttered like he was talking to himself as he moaned his jaw. (i) Despite infiltrating the country's super-secret facilities, its face is calm, as if it had come to grab you at a supermarket in the neighborhood.

"I thought it was a juncture that I had seen in a dowel. But thanks to you, I put it in without difficulty. Is it an improvement over what happened at Versailles Palace? Well, it's a useless product for vampires. But it's hilarious that you still call yourself the Count ~"

Gaston put his arms together to think about it while adjusting the position of his military hat.

"Hmm, what shall I do...... just as tough on my own as this. There will be plenty of Dark Night Leopard capable people even if you work hard here, and it is not my favorite for you to have a face. I wish I had other people who were good at infiltration. And even if I can't do much about it, my husband will piss me off. In the meantime, explore even the altar of the curse and destroy it if there are gaps and go home. I don't think it's a good idea to work on a surveillance camera."

Gaston gives one person a look that makes sense.

"Anyway, report to my husband and... But... when they become these guys, their true purpose is not to curse them, is it? Still, I hope you're thinking the same thing as 230 years ago. Does that mean... the blonde lady is your destiny? We need to find out about a dead bird that Lin told us about earlier."

When Gaston said so, he neglected to disappear from the scene.

The Earl, who had forgiven Zhang Lin for coming to blame for the dark night leopard's failure in Japan with his breath, deposited his body behind the couch, as he breathed. Zhang Lin blurted out that negotiations with Japan began to be difficult due to this Dark Night Leopard failure, and that he had become ill-minded from his own upper management, what would he do, and that the story was different.

In a calm manner, the Count explained the situation so as to remove that worry, and finally convinced Zhang Lin with a killing complaint.

It's

"Lord Lin...... have I ever done anything to your detriment? The present situation is not a very good one in the assumption, but it is also within the assumption. Don't worry... Lord Hayashi, you just have to think about what happened after you became chairman."

That was the thing. As soon as he heard this word, Zhang Lin regained his composure, and the Count and finally left in a colloquial manner.

Now the Count mocks as if he has driven away what does not descend.

"Whatever... you're a short man. That makes it easy to handle. But we're almost there, let's have a little more company. For our grief. And… use the blood of the hate-backed Orléans, who once held back our purpose, to see this grief accomplished."

The Count reaches for his already cold tea.

"Kukukuk, whatever the damage or sacrifice, it no longer matters. It's already there."

Dropping his eyes and distorting his mouth, the Earl put his mouth on the teacup.

"Sult's sword boasted of itself, trying to show the world the power of the capable and the importance of being. But then you're susceptible to all kinds of interference. Then the procedure is bad. And be swept away by the darkness of history... like me before"

White eyes disappear from the Count's eyes, and all eyes stain black.

"If so... why not create a situation where the capable person absolutely needs..."

The Earl gave him a tranced look when he laughed as he throated.

"Wait, if the gate opens, we can invite you here. That way, this world... will feel the light in the chaos even in response."

The Count rises and goes further into the back room.

There was a screen installed there, and there was a hundred eyes on that screen that were in pain and boredom.

"Stupid Hundred Eyes...... an unusable man. But let's have one last chance."

The bug-breathing hundred-eye crawls into a hotel room.

"I sent Lorenza over there"

"Ha, Lord Lorenza himself!?

"With Lorenza, we'll know if that Rank D kid thing you say is bullshit. And even as it is true, Lorenza's curse robbed the boy of his vitality and used his power."

The hundred eyes that get a painful and rough breath break their knees and bow their heads when they manage to position themselves on the spot.

"Next time, we will always grab that Orlean blood-drawing daughter, even if we substitute for this life!

"Uhm...... you can leave that and the control of the dead birds to Lorenza. That would be better for the man who created that weakness to work until his life was over. For worthless children (garbage), it can be this temporary disposable, such as a dead bird with its wings broken. In some cases, I don't mind killing a few for show. Maybe Lorenza will think the same way."

"I understand, sir."

"Don't hate any more means... come flashy, hundred eyes. Destroy everything if you get in the way, kill it! You just have to keep your daughter breathing to draw back Orléan's blood!

"Ha ha!"

When Hundred Eyes lowered their heads deeply, communication was interrupted, and Hundred Eyes were freed from the anguish of extinction that struck them. Hundred eyes rose fluttered with an unusual glance of mental state that collapsed with fear when he raised his head.