Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Have we met somewhere before? ...
So just for Olga's guess, an undercover agent in the Metropolitan Police Department spent a lot of energy and risked being exposed at any time to conduct a needle-in-a-haystack investigation.
Fortunately, the investigation has yielded results. Even if it's just a few clues, it's enough to prove Olga's hypothesis.
"Calculating the time, when Akai Mutake disappeared, Akai Mari should have just been pregnant with Sera Masumi?"
Vermouth rubbed her fingertips together, and Olga knew that she probably wanted to light a cigarette.
Too bad Olga is here, so she can't.
Olga looked away, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the bustling Tokyo traffic. "I think Akai Tsutomu probably knows about this daughter. So, remember to polish your lines the next time you go fishing in London."
Upon hearing this, Vermouth snorted softly, crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.
Since the beginning of this year, Vermouth has flown to London almost every month in accordance with the organization's orders, wandering the streets disguised as Akai Tsutomu in order to lure out Akai Mari and then eliminate her. The organization hopes that Vermouth can disguise herself as Akai Tsutomu to infiltrate MI6 and obtain some intelligence, and Akai Mari is undoubtedly the biggest destabilizing factor in this plan.
"Hmph, there's no need. Once I see her, it means she's already dead."
Olga glanced at Vermouth. She still didn't know where Vermouth's hostility towards the Akai family came from.
Is it because of that drug?
But if you put yourself in Olga's shoes, you will realize that she doesn't have any feelings towards the Miyano couple, who actually created the drug, not to mention the Akai family, who are somewhat related to the Miyano family.
Well, maybe she really has no empathy, Olga thought.
The room immediately fell silent, and both of them stared out the floor-to-ceiling window, wondering what they were thinking.
The sun at two or three o'clock in the afternoon in summer is a clear and dazzling lemon yellow, and even through the glass it carries a thick heat, which makes people like them who are accustomed to darkness feel irritated and anxious.
Suddenly, Vermouth looked up at Olga, who was standing by the French window. "How did you know about 'Sera Masumi'?"
The organization had only collected a little information about the Akai family before, and it was all insignificant and invalid information.
Olga did not answer.
Just when Vermouth thought she would stop talking, she whispered, "I saw it."
That day, when she was following Furuya Rei, she happened to run into the scene of "Sera Masumi looking for his brother".
"That day, I heard Sera Masumi call Lei—" Olga raised the corner of her mouth under Vermouth's increasingly fierce gaze, "'Xiu-ge'."
Vermouth stood up from her chair almost immediately and took two steps closer to Olga: "You mean, Lei is an undercover agent? And he's the son of Akai Tsutomu and Akai Mari?!"
Her voice gradually rose, revealing her inner turmoil.
Vermouth was almost standing in front of Olga, with only a few centimeters between them.
Olga lowered her eyes slightly to look at her, seeing her shocked and angry expression, she suddenly felt that it was just like that.
There was a time when Vermouth was an oppressive figure to her. This oppression came not only from the difference in age and size, but also from her experience. In the past, Vermouth always knew how to manipulate Olga's emotions.
But now…
Olga's eyelashes trembled, and she casually cast her gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window.
Now, that sense of oppression seemed to be gradually disappearing. Perhaps it was because she was now a little taller than Vermouth, Olga thought with interest.
"Arthas, if you already knew this, why did you allow this dangerous undercover agent to remain in the organization for so long?"
Vermouth's chest rose and fell, perhaps as she took deep breaths to calm herself. Fortunately, the effect was noticeable; at least when she spoke these words, her tone was close to her usual calmness. But the lazy, relaxed tone was gone.
“Oh my——”
Olga took a step back to distance herself from Vermouth, spread her hands, and put on an innocent expression: "I told that guy when he first joined the organization, but you guys didn't believe me."
In Vermouth's slightly widened eyes, Olga left her with her back.
She walked to the door, pressed the handle, and without turning her head, said in a light tone:
"As it turns out, I was absolutely right. Scotland was an undercover agent, and so was Ley. Ah, I suggest you keep a close eye on Kiel now. Of course, these are just my personal opinions, with absolutely no evidence."
After saying that, Olga pushed the door open and walked out, then slammed the door shut.
Vermouth stared at the door for a long time and couldn't help but frowning deeply.
Although Arthas cannot be said to be completely in the know, her attitude will almost inevitably make the boss and Rum angry.
so……
Vermouth clenched her fists hanging at her sides, and only when her slightly long nails pricked her palms did she remember to let go.
Therefore, she needed to come up with a perfect and flawless excuse to make both the boss and Rum think that Arthas had only recently discovered Lei's abnormality.
*
I don’t know how Vermouth reported to her boss, but Olga was not in trouble as she had expected.
Tsk.
Olga felt very unhappy when she thought that Vermouth might have protected her. And the result of her unhappiness was——
"Drive from here all the way to the top of Simingyue. Whoever gets there first wins. My bet is—"
The girl in front of him with short brown curly hair and wearing a maple-colored kimono raised her hand. She had exquisite manicure with red maple leaf patterns painted on her nails.
Olga's eyes turned to the gem she held between her fingers. It shone brightly under the natural light and was extremely beautiful.
"——This 'Phoenix Tear'." The kimono-clad girl finished her words with a smile, then looked at Olga calmly, "So, Arthas-chan, what is your bet?"
Olga was currently on Mount Hiei in Kyoto. The wealthy young men and women of Kyoto had sealed off the mountain, which was supposed to be a tourist attraction, to make room for their racing "race."
There were dozens of people at the scene, and it was obvious that they were not all young masters and young ladies from Kyoto. Most of them were their subordinates, or "young masters" and "young ladies".
Olga was not familiar with the wealthy people in Kyoto, except for the girl in front of her who was smiling but speaking provocatively - Ooka Momiji.
Oh, there is still a little connection between the organization and the Ooka family.
"My bet—that's it."
Olga thought for a moment, then casually took off the bracelet she'd been wearing and tossed it, easily attracting everyone's attention. The bracelet was inlaid with a dazzling pink gemstone. Olga had bought it for $60 million, much to Gin's chagrin.
"Oh, Pandora's Heart?" Ooka Momiji raised an eyebrow. "It's really valuable."
Olga hummed casually and threw the bracelet back into her pocket: "Your 'Phoenix Tears' are no less impressive."
Olga wasn't particularly interested in gemstones. She didn't understand them, and would buy anything she thought looked good. If she didn't like something, she wouldn't even bother buying it, no matter how precious it was.
She came mainly for the racing.
With her right hand supporting the hood and a slight push, Olga sat on the hood of the sports car with one knee curled up without any pain.
This is a Maserati MC20 that she just picked up in Tokyo yesterday. She drove it on the highway overnight and sped all the way to Kyoto.
It’s not that Olga had an appointment with Ooka Momiji, it’s just that she drove aimlessly to Kyoto and happened to discover this "racing competition" that the playboys didn’t understand.
*
"You're going to drive in this?"
The race was about to begin, and enthusiastic cheers rang out all around. A dozen sports cars were waiting on the mountainside, ready to go. But Ooka Momiji was still wearing her awkward kimono and wooden clogs, which were unsuitable for driving.
"Oh, I don't plan to compete in person." Ooka Hongye raised her hand and gently covered her mouth, showing off her exquisite and beautiful manicure just right, with a cunning look in her eyes.
Olga looked at Ooka Momiji's big red Ferrari, then looked at her.
"After all..." Ooka Hongye's eyes curved slightly, "I don't have a driver's license."
Olga: “…”
Yes, in Japan, you can’t get a driver’s license at the age of 14...
"...Then what kind of competition are you participating in?" Olga jumped down from the hood speechlessly, opened the car door and prepared to leave.
The roads of Mount Hiei weren't steep or dramatic, so using them as a racetrack was inherently boring. Besides, she didn't know anyone here except Ooka Momiji, and she had even less interest in the other people's bets. So, Olga decided she might as well just go racing on the highway.
"Come to America when you have your driver's license, and we'll go to Mount Annecy for fun."
Olga felt that it would be fun to race on a road at least like the one in Mount Anxi.
"Hey, don't be impatient, Alsace-chan~"
Ooka Hongye just waved her hand, and the man who had been standing quietly behind her with almost no sense of existence took a step forward.
"Miss." He bowed slightly, looking respectful.
Olga then looked at the man seriously.
He was tall, at least 6 feet tall, with a straight and straight figure. He had curly, slightly long black hair and a typical Japanese appearance, but he was dressed in British-style butler clothes.
Olga only took a quick glance and realized that this man had received training. At least wooden weapons and fighting should have been compulsory courses for him.
"My housekeeper, Iori, will participate in the competition on my behalf." said Ooka Momiji.
The butler of the Ooka family?
Olga's brows furrowed slightly, and her emerald eyes stared unblinkingly at the man named "Iori" in front of her:
"Have we—met somewhere?"
This man gives people a very strange feeling.
His height clearly stood out from the crowd, and his appearance and temperament were both superior... but Olga had simply not noticed him just now. Even if she had been a little distracted, this situation shouldn't have happened.
He is deliberately reducing his presence.
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