“Exotic shrine maidens from a distant land meet the owner of House Carlione, who rules the underworld!”

The witches, flying on broomsticks from the red rising moon, landed in front of us with natural movements, took off their long conical hats, and bowed respectfully.

“You always suffer.”

As if their greetings were familiar, my father took off his bowler hat and bowed his head.

The witches laughed as if they were very happy to see them.

“As expected, the head of Carlione is always a gentleman!”

“Please, how great it would be if other people resembled even a little bit of Don!”

“Ah~ I’m sorry. After bringing the people of Carlione, poor us will be despised and discriminated against by others.”

“Dirty sluts who sold their bodies and souls to the devil!”

“But we are fine! Is it true?

clack clack clack——

Their body movements and movements, as if watching a musical, were enough to catch the eye.

Yes, because the witches in CS have very beautiful looks.

“Oh my gosh. Isn’t there one more person than the number on the invitation?!”

“What is this? Don Carlione. And Sir Farnello.”

“what? Is that so? There is one more!”

The witches, who began to move with exaggerated gestures, began to gather around me.

“Who is this handsome man?”

“Well… … In terms of features, he is very similar to Don Carlione. Could it be Carlione Jr.?”

“Carlione Junior! What a precious person to meet! Nice to meet you! Carlione Junior!”

“Are you thinking of having a witch servant? I can give you my soul second only to the devil!”

Seeing them start to laugh as they cling closer and closer, my father quietly approaches me and puts his hand on my shoulder.

“I guarantee the qualifications of my son, Eugene Han Carlione, and I will take responsibility for any responsibility that arises. Would that explain enough to others?”

Like a balloon blown away by the wind, the witches who stepped back nodded at their father’s intervention.

“of course! Whose guarantee is that!”

“If it’s Don Carlione’s words, others will understand!”

“You say yes, but who dares to express an opinion to the contrary?”

As expected, looking at the girls who were summarized by their father’s words, I realized once again the power of the name Carlione.

Even in the in-game, it’s so easy to convince witches who are among the crazy bitches, the NPCs who don’t speak the language, and who belong to the top ranks of the NPCs you don’t want to deal with.

Guys, even when I was a magical girl, I was friendly, but I tried to play pranks whenever I had a chance… … .

If the problem is that the prank isn’t common, that’s a problem.

Like suddenly asking people to bite their heads through their familiars, or selling strange things possessed by demons while talking about entropy.

That’s what these villains look like.

Exciting.

After all, this world is power and power. And it was clear that it was a world where you could do anything if you had a network.

“now! Gentlemen, assemble!”

“From now on, the festival of our witches will be held!”

“Gentlemen, please come inside and look forward to the upcoming festival!”

“ruler! Sisters, brothers and sisters! Gather everyone! We are showing the gentlemen our dance!”

The witches, me and my father, and Faro Nello side by side, hold each other’s hands and start spinning around us in a big circle.

“Please have a comfortable time!”

“Don’t forget us!”

“We will spread the fact that the young boy of Carlione is handsome!”

“Everyone who is handsome is an older brother!”

It seemed that there was an intrusive sound in the middle, but… … The story will flow strangely if we take a different line here.

It seemed like it would be a funny situation for me to be angry with myself while my father and Farnello were still.

Little by little, the movements of the witches surrounding us begin to speed up.

Colorful mana began to cover us, as if spreading a thin rainbow around us, and finally began to cover our bodies.

A warp between continents that had only been seen in games so far.

When the magical energy pouring out of them formed a dome and covered all vision.

────Pain!

I started to feel as if my stomach was twisted by the enormous force of gravity that seemed to press me down from above.

“Turn it off!”

As I clenched my fists and clenched my teeth to hold on, a huge hand suddenly landed on my shoulder.

“It will be easier to hold on if you make your back and head as straight as possible.”

Even though it was difficult for me to say anything, my father was giving me tips as if he was very relaxed.

Even I, who was accustomed to the recoil caused by teleportation, was at a point like this, how could I withstand this much power?

Still, he couldn’t show his hard side in front of the two of them.

As soon as you arrive at the party, you will see an ugly figure lying face down on the ground.

back and legs. Then, keep your neck as straight as possible and gaze straight ahead.

There was a fishy iron taste in my mouth, but I didn’t mind.

If a man dies, he dies. Gao cannot be destroyed.

That moment.

Gyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

The loud noise that had been filling the surroundings until now gradually gets smaller and the halo of light begins to fade.

Parnello’s voice is heard at this.

“Looks like we’ll be there soon.”

yes.

will finally enter.

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Kwaaang———!

As the group of lights completely disappeared with the explosion of the surroundings, the surrounding scenery, which had been Carlione’s garden until just a moment ago, was completely different.

Huge trees filling the surroundings and a well-groomed lawn.

And even the colorful lights that fill the surroundings.

“Welcome to Den Haag. Don Carlione, Sir Farnello. And… … The new person over there must be Carlione Jr.”

An elderly man wearing a monocle, bowing down to greet us with a dignified attitude.

He then raised his head, looked this way, and opened his mouth.

“Others are waiting. I don’t know.”

Saying so, I turn around and follow him.

The surrounding scenery was truly fantastic.

It looks like a park in a typical European city center.

However, the turned off lights are filled with colorful lights created by magic.

The shimmering light is like a sky lantern or a goblin’s fire.

It is a rare sight that seems to have entered the other side of the world.

As I focused more closely, I could see the engraving technique embedded in each light.

If it was that shape, it would be a spell to isolate the space from the surroundings. It was a part that showed how much effort was spent on security, aside from the price, to hang the engraving ceremony on each and every one of these lights.

“It’s Den Haag’s Boss Forest. Certainly, European forests seem to have a different flavor from Korea.”

Parnello, who instantly identified the location just by looking around, nodded and looked around.

It’s a boss forest. Even if the meaning is different, how can the name of the forest be called Boss?

Well, I think it’s a place that suits Carlione well.

“You’re all here.”

My father, who saw a place lined with bright lights in the distance, said.

Lights and ornaments decorate the surroundings so that it feels like a banquet hall no matter who sees it.

From the crowd of hard-working workers and the dishes on the table.

“It really is a party.”

The scene of the meeting in my memory unfolding before my eyes felt like stimulating something in my heart.

longing? pleasure?

No, in this case happiness and sense of accomplishment. And I could see that the buckcham was filling up.

Curry– Curry–

──♬ ───♪

Light-emitting fairies fly over tables in the garden, and a band plays on the stage, bringing a cheerful atmosphere to the surroundings.

In the sky, witches fly on broomsticks, creating new lights or repairing barriers, and at the banquet hall spread out in the garden, each person reveals their individuality or wears neat clothes and talks.

This is called “Walpurgis Night” (valˈpʊəgɪs nʌɪt).

“Please, I hope you have a good time.”

The guide who took us to the front of the banquet hall lowered his head and walked into the woods, only to disappear before long.

‘Is it a barrier?’

Before fully entering the banquet hall. I look at those who are already eating hard or having a conversation inside.

“Looks like we’re almost in the last turn?”

It’s a situation that seems to be quite a lot of people who have already gathered here.

It was a question because he knew that many people could not gather due to the nature of Walpurgis Night, but Parnello answered as if it were very natural.

“It is absurd that money waits for others.”

“… … Certainly.”

Except for us, he was the one who made us wait, not the one who waited.

“let’s go.”

As they entered the banquet hall with Parnello, led by their father, silence began to flow in the lively banquet hall.

It wasn’t because I noticed or was surprised.

“Don Callione.”

“Don Callione.”

“Don Callione.”

“Don Callione.”

It was just polite, as if it were natural.

In line with our footsteps passing by, countless people take off their hats and place them in front of their chests and quietly greet them.

Despite their appearance, my father silently moved forward, making brief eye contact with each one as if he was used to it.

It wasn’t too far from where my father was heading.

A chair placed a little higher than the others. Because I was walking silently toward the man sitting there.

As we stood in front of the podium, he, who had been sitting silently until now, got up from his seat and slowly came down to the podium and gently lowered his head.

“Don Callione.”

“Doctor Faust.”

I swallowed my saliva at the sight of him holding the hand his father had given him.

That man is the leader of this ‘Walpurgis Night’.

And the only man who won the match against the devil, and the man who is regarded as the best brain in Europe.

—It was Dr. Faust.

After shaking hands with my father, Faust glances at me standing behind my father, rolling his jade-colored eyes.

“I remember sending invitations to Don Carlione and Sir Farnello… … The young man behind me doesn’t remember calling me. Or, may I ask who you are?”

A strange sense of seeing through people.

I wanted to avoid his gaze right away, but I gave him a rather leisurely smile, knowing that in times like this, I had to come out stronger.

Because the person he asked the question was my father, not me.

“He is my son.”

“Five.”

“Would that be a problem?”

Hearing his father’s words, he waved both of his hands and smiled as if asking what he was talking about.

“Could that be? You are none other than the junior and crown prince of Carlione. Rather, I just want to express my deep gratitude for coming to shine this event.”

Tumble- Tumble- Tumble- Tumble-

Passing by his father naturally, he smiles and extends his hand.

“Faust, Doctor Faust. I have heard many stories about the crown prince of Carlionega.”

No way, I thought I would first offer a handshake in front of so many people.

It was the same as respecting my father and respecting Carlione, so I replied as usual with a smile as refreshing as possible.

“This is Eugene Han Carlione. I too have heard a lot about Dr. Faust.”

“Hoo? You mean my story?”

He made a welcome face as if he hadn’t thought that his story would come out of my mouth.

“Can I hear what you heard?”

“ah. It’s nothing special, but I’ll tell you if it’s okay.”

Doctor Faust.

“You said you joined hands with the Villains Union.”

First of all, let’s start by saying goodbye?