Does her family know? That this waitress is an anomaly.
Irel had difficulty turning his head to look at his family. But before she could ask, her consciousness quickly faded.
“The plan seems to be going smoothly.”
Regis dressed as a waiter and gently shook the unconscious Irel. Calver glanced at her, who was dressed neatly from top to bottom, then spoke curtly.
“I didn't expect it to be a woman.”
“What does gender have to do with achieving goals?”
Regis replied indifferently, then picked up Irel. She, at first glance, looked like a beautiful teenager, seemingly tall. Therefore, lifting Irel up seemed to take no effort at all.
"Give her here. I'll..."
Even though they are the same gender, Calver feels uneasy when he sees his golden daughter in someone else's arms. Calver frowned and reached out his hand, but Regis did not move.
“This is not the plan, sir.”
She held Irel in her arms, winking toward the outside. Then lowered his voice to a whisper.
"Varkan Ha Mash is not an easy person to deal with. Even though he is not here, he has certainly placed his subordinates scattered throughout the area. If we carry Miss Irel out like that, we will definitely be exposed, and all these preparations will go down the drain."
Because those words were true, Calver had to withdraw his hand. Louisa, looking at Irel with sorrowful eyes, asked.
“Are drugs mixed in alcohol safe?”
"Of course. It's just a sleeping pill."
Regis added that she would wake up normally after a day of sleep. Louisa reluctantly nodded, carefully checking the plan again.
"According to the plan, you will hide my daughter in a tray, take her out of the room, and then take her to the delivery van waiting at the back door. And the van will go to..."
"The Elorance family's summer villa, located on the outskirts of King's Landing. I know it well."
Regis replied with an almost bored expression. Then she waved toward Calver and Michael.
“Please turn your backs for a moment.”
“What are you going to do?”
Michael, already suspicious of Regis, asked again with a sharp voice. Regis calmly took off the bow tie behind Irel's back and replied.
“Take off your clothes.”
"What?"
“You probably don't want her wearing this loose dress to lie in the tray, right?”
Regis stopped, motioning towards the tray. The tray, once used to hold all kinds of delicacies, was quite large, but still didn't have enough room for the flared skirt.
“The position is also uncomfortable.”
At this point, Michael had no words left to say. He obediently turned his back on his father Calver, leaving only Louisa behind to witness the crime scene.
Chiếc váy, đồ trang sức và phụ kiện tóc lộng lẫy mà Irel mặc để khoe rằng mình sống tốt, lần lượt rơi xuống sàn. In the end, only the bra remained
chemise
fragile white.
Regis glanced slightly at Irel through the cloth covering his eyes. Because her body was so petite, when she took off her dress, her figure seemed to shrink by more than half. Regis picked her up more gently than before, opened the bottom lid of the tray and placed her in the empty space inside.
"Wait."
Just as Regis was about to close the lid, Louisa stopped him. She took off the shawl that was draped over her shoulders and carefully covered Irel's body, only wearing her bra.
"Done."
Regis closed the lid of the tray and covered it with a layer of white cloth. From the looks of it, a perfect camouflage has been completed.
Now, all that's left is to trick Varkan's eyes.
“Do you know what the next step is?”
Regis looked around and asked. Now it's time to create an alibi.
"Of course."
Irel's family understood and nodded with unhappy expressions. What they need to prepare now is the excuse.
The reason why they, who had just met Irel and had dinner, were completely unaware of the reason she suddenly disappeared.
"We'll create a fake scene as if this place was attacked by another Masaka. If you want to do that..."
“We cannot be left unscathed.”
Calver replied like a sigh. Then he sat down in the chair, signaling that he should do what needed to be done.
That action acted as a signal, Louisa and Michael also sat back in their chairs one after another. Regis slightly curled his lips and smiled at the Irel family's self-conscious actions.
“It's ready.”
Calver, who looked around at his family, declared himself as the head of the family. Regis nodded, using the Spirit Spell.
—Unconscious.
Immediately, Calver, Louisa and Michael's bodies collapsed simultaneously. Vì cô ta đã sử dụng năng lực với cường độ khá mạnh, chắc chắn phải mất ít nhất hai ngày họ mới tỉnh lại.
‘That way there will be no suspicions.’
Sau khi tỉnh lại, gia đình Irel sẽ đồng loạt khai báo một lời khai thống nhất: Trong lúc ăn tối, họ đột nhiên bị một sức mạnh không rõ khiến họ mất ý thức. And when I woke up, Irel was gone.
Anyone who hears this will doubt the behavior of a Masaka. Việc đột nhập vào một nhà hàng đông người, làm bất tỉnh cả gia đình, rồi bắt cóc Irel và biến mất một cách ung dung.
That cannot be imitated by normal people other than Masaka. Furthermore, Irel is a rare Receiver. Masaka types are lurking and watching her. So, there is enough evidence based on the situation.
“But I was one step ahead.”
Regis said loudly, showing a cold smile. She felt sorry for Elorance's family, but their 'excuse' was about to come true. She had no intention of taking Irel to some summer villa.
‘Just a cup of blood?’
Why do such a loss of capital? If she took Irel Elorance completely, she would be able to drain her of her whole life, not just a cup of blood.
Regis adjusted his clothes and grabbed the handle of the tray. Then she leisurely left the room, leaving behind Irel's unconscious family.
Walking through the quiet VIP room hallway, when entering the main lobby, she encountered a staff member.
“Hey, there you are.”
At the call of the senior-looking employee, Regis was forced to stop. The employee approached and winced when he saw the cloth covering her eyes.
"Strange face, newbie? Didn't you receive training on manners when you came to work? When working, you're not allowed to use hats or accessories to cover your face..."
—Shut up.
As soon as the Spirit Spell was activated, the staff's mouth
close
again. Looking at his eyes wide open because he didn't understand what was going on, Regis continued speaking.
—From now on, you will accompany me to the back door of the restaurant. If I meet someone on the road… um. Please invent a reasonable reason.
“…”
—During the trip, no one is allowed to doubt my identity or touch this tray. Now let's go.
At the same time as the order, Regis pushed the tray away again. The employee, being controlled, began to stagger next to her.
As expected, this is a high-class restaurant located on Royal Street, with many employees inside. Even though work hours are almost over, they are still busy cleaning, arranging and preparing ingredients for tomorrow.
Therefore, Regis repeatedly encountered other employees on the way out the back door. But she wasn't worried at all. Because the employee she used as a puppet held a rather important position.
"Ah, Deputy Manager. Why aren't you finished yet?"
"Yes. I have something to do."
"Really?"
The other employees tilted their heads because the answer was a bit more rigid than usual. They saw the girl bowing her head and pushing the tray behind the Deputy Manager, looking a bit strange.
‘Who is that? The new kitchen assistant has arrived? Does our restaurant have such a large tray?'
But when they tried to take a closer look, the Deputy Manager used his body to block their view.
"What are you doing? Hurry inside and get to work."
His rigid tone due to being controlled made him look angry. Other employees are timid, afraid of being exposed when it's time to end their shift.
"Yes, sorry. Let me go in first."
“See you tomorrow Deputy Manager.”
Thanks to that, Regis reached his destination safely. She looked around the back door, confirming there was no one in the hallway. Then she gave orders to the employee who was still standing awkwardly next to her.
—From now on, forget all memories of me and this tray. Go straight home without turning back.
As soon as the Spirit Spell was used, the staff's eyes became dull. He tilted his head as if he didn't understand why he was standing here, then turned and walked away with stiff movements.
Left alone in the quiet hallway, Regis tightened his grip on the tray. And just as she was about to open the back door—where the carriage was waiting—.
“…What is this carriage?”
A sudden voice rang out, causing Regis to pause.
'Is there someone outside the door too?'
According to her observations, there are usually very few people passing through the back door. Therefore, she thought that if she just used Linguistic Magic to send the guards away, there would be no one left at this late hour.
Regis felt defeated and gently closed the door. She pressed her eyes to the thin crack in the door, observing the situation outside.
“Check what's inside.”
The man who gave the order was tall and had neatly tied brown hair. The silk robe, black as night with silver-trimmed collar and sleeves, was priceless at a glance.
The only downside was that he seemed to have been injured recently, so the bandages wrapped around his upper body peeked out from his sleeves.