"Yokohama." Above the sky, Francis Fitzgerald sat by the window with a glass of red wine in his hand, gazing at the clouds outside the window that belonged to Yokohama.

The beluga whale floated in the sky. Francis looked down. In the ant-like miniature view of Yokohama, only the five-building building of the Port Mafia, which was like a landmark building of Yokohama, was particularly prominent.

After gazing quietly at the five-building building of the Port Mafia for a while, Francis withdrew his gaze and continued to admire the white clouds falling outside the window.

Francis was not interested in what Yokohama was like, nor in the huge Port Mafia in Yokohama, and he was not even interested in Jun Kiyohara, the Transcendent and the leader of the Port Mafia.

He just wanted to get the "book".

Thinking back to his terminally ill daughter and his increasingly haggard wife, a trace of tenderness crossed Francis' face, which soon turned into determination.

Francis wants to get the book at the lowest price. He is not like the Francis in another world line, who is willing to give up all his fortune and even die with Yokohama because his daughter has passed away and his wife has become mentally ill.

In this world line, Francis' daughter is seriously ill but still alive. His wife is getting weaker but not insane. Francis cannot give up all his property to get the book because his daughter still has a future. He cannot die with Yokohama either. The only one who dies with Yokohama is the white whale because there are still people waiting for him at home.

Although all kinds of thoughts were running through his mind, Francis still looked nonchalant on the surface, and no one could tell what crazy plan this man had in mind.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the lounge where Francis was.

Guessing who it was, Francis frowned in disgust. He put down the wine glass in his hand, suppressed his unhappiness, and said loudly, "Come in."

The door of the lounge was opened, and a gray-haired young man wearing a tattered windbreaker walked in.

Although he still looked like a young man, there was not a trace of life in the gray-haired young man, as if he was already a walking corpse.

"Oh, my friend." Francis smiled a flawless smile. "You..."

However, before Francis could finish his words, the gray-haired young man, Andre Gide, interrupted Francis's polite words without hesitation.

"Don't waste your words." Jide's eyes were dark, and only when he mentioned when the plan would start did a glimmer of light appear, "When will the plan start?"

Francis frowned, no longer hiding his dislike for Gide, and said in a condescending voice: "Louisa will naturally inform you when the plan starts. You are too eager to die."

"But I can understand that you homeless dogs are eager to find a home."

In the face of Francis' sarcasm, there was little expression on Gide's face.

After all, he was the kind of person who, when he first met his employer Francis, went crazy enough to try to see if Francis could kill him, and then returned to his calm state after finding out that he couldn't.

Just a few sarcasm, as long as everyone in MIMIC can die smoothly at the hands of the enemy, Guide doesn't care about these.

"I'm just worried that you're scared." Jide said coldly. Although he didn't mean to mock Francis, his true thoughts came out, which had a mocking effect. "After all, the target is a transcendent, or even two transcendents."

Gide obviously didn't know that the existence of Rimbaud and Verlaine was deliberately hidden by the port mafia. Due to the influence of the "book", even Fyodor didn't know about this.

"Afraid? How could I be afraid?" Francis chuckled, opened his arms and said crazily, "It's just a port mafia. In order to get the book, I made a foolproof plan."

"Like right now," Francis sneered, his voice full of disdain for the Port Mafia, a small local organization. "The white whale is already floating over their heads. I'm afraid they don't know we're here yet."

Gide did not comment on Francis's words.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden violent shaking from inside the beluga whale.

Francis and Gide looked at each other, and both ran towards the center of the shaking - the deck of the beluga whale.

Right on the deck, Francis saw the person who should not be here. He was confronting members of the group and MIMIC. All attacks were blocked by a layer of red light on that person.

"Francis Fitzgerald, and Andre Kidd." The young man with a red glow all over his body, Nakahara Chuuya, smiled gently at the two people who had just arrived. His smile was full of relief, as if going deep into the enemy camp was not a big deal for him.

The moment he saw Chuuya Nakahara, a creepy feeling arose in Francis' heart.

How come Chuuya Nakahara of the Port Mafia is here?

In other words, how did the Port Mafia know about the group and the arrival of MIMIC?

Thinking of the reputation of the leader of the Port Mafia, Jun Kiyohara, who was always prepared, and the title of the worrywart of the cadre Dazai Osamu, who he had never paid attention to before, and comparing it with the appearance of the demon Fyodor who had a similar reputation and was working with him, Francis understood something.

His expression gradually became solemn.

"Nakahara Chuuya." Francis put away the solemn expression on his face and smiled at Nakahara Chuuya. "I'm sorry for not welcoming you, my distinguished guest. May I ask what is the purpose of your visit, Mr. Nakahara?"

“No need to be polite.” Nakahara Chuuya’s coat whistled in the wind on the deck, but gravity held it on his shoulders. He put away the smile on his face and said sternly, “The leader already knows why you are here. I am here to declare war.”

"'The book is in my hands, and I am a transcendent being who can give you death.'" Nakahara Chuuya repeated Kiyohara Jun's words, "'Just like a hero challenges a demon king, challenge me.'"

"'But don't fall down on the way.'"

"'Such a hero will be laughed at by the Demon King.'"

Nakahara Chuuya ignored Jide who was constantly changing positions, as if he was observing the best angle for attack. He said the last sentence lightly, and with a flash of red light, he disappeared on the deck.

"We are in the Port Mafia, waiting for your challenge, brave man."