Chapter 47 Are you looking for me?

Behringer suppressed the urge to smile, then watched as Bertrand drank the glass of wine under everyone's gaze.

Bourbon: ...

Bertrand smacked his lips after downing the drink in one gulp, then nodded. "Wow, this tastes much better, it's sweet."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Thump.

He fell to the ground.

Instantly, a strong killing intent rose in the safe house. Gin, Vermouth, Vodka, and even Chianti all glared menacingly at Behringer.

"You actually dared to poison me?" Vermouth narrowed her eyes, her sharp gaze fixed on Behringer.

Behrfinger: "..."

Thank you, I'll poison myself.

Bang!

Dodging an incoming bullet, Behringer clicked his tongue and said, "You guys are really impulsive."

He chuckled softly, his hoarse and strange voice possessing a peculiar yet captivating charm.

Bourbon, seemingly the only one in the room who knew that Bertrand would instantly pass out after drinking: ...

Just then, Bertrand, who was being held by Vodka, suddenly yawned, his light green eyes opening with a hazy, watery light.

Seeing that he appeared normal except for his flushed cheeks, the crowd, realizing it was all a misunderstanding, silently put away their guns.

Asti glanced at the silver-haired boy who had stepped down from Vodka's arms, clicked his tongue, and lowered his head slightly to adjust his cloak, but a strand of blue hair suddenly drifted down.

Although he quickly put his blue hair back, it was still seen by Amuro Tooru, who had been secretly observing him.

His pupils contracted slightly, a hint of disbelief and doubt flashing across his eyes. He quickly picked up his wine glass and took a sip to cover it up.

Fortunately, everyone else was paying attention to Bertrand at the time, and no one noticed anything unusual about him.

It shouldn't be him, right?

But it has blue hair, which is very rare.

It could also be dyed?

But how could any member of the organization possibly dye their hair such a striking color...?

Amuro Tooru lowered his head slightly, his fingers gently stroking the inside of the wine glass.

Although he was struggling with the decision, Behrfinger was happy.

Ah, my emotional value! Please, please, please increase it!

The farce orchestrated by Bertrand didn't finally come to a complete end until 2 a.m.

Vermouth had already left.

After finishing the last bit of wine in his glass, Bechfenger got up and left.

After glancing at Bertrand, who had finally fallen asleep and been taken back to his room by vodka, Bourbon got up to say goodbye.

After confirming that no one was secretly watching him, he quickly caught up with the person in front of him.

On a path far from the organization's safe house, Bourbon followed the person who had been following him into an alley, only to find that the person had vanished.

"Are you looking for me, Bourbon?"

Suddenly, a strange, hoarse voice sounded behind him.

Bourbon turned around abruptly.

The man's cloak was swaying gently in the wind, revealing half of his face beneath the hood, but unfortunately, he was wearing a black mask, so his face was still obscured.

But Bourbon was not disappointed.

The gust of wind made his hair color clearly visible to him.

The wind stopped.

The cloak fell down again.

Bechfenger slowly approached Amuro Tooru.

"Are you looking for me, Amuro Tooru?"

Amuro Tooru looked at him quietly, and after a few seconds of silence, nodded. "...Yes."

Why are you looking for me?

"Because I want to confirm one thing."

"..."

The two stood in silent confrontation for a few seconds.

"You're being too reckless, Zero."

Behrfinger raised his hand, removed his mask, and pulled down the hood of his cloak, revealing a pair of clear, purple eyes looking at Bourbon.

"Long time no see, Behfengar..."