As the overwhelming nova force continued to ripple through the restaurant, a sudden hush fell over the chaotic scene. A woman stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. Dressed in an elegant yet ominous ensemble that exuded an air of authority, she radiated an icy demeanor that sent shivers down the spines of the people in the restaurant.
Her piercing, crystalline eyes scanned the room, locking onto our group with an unwavering gaze. "I am lieutenant Semora Yuga ," she announced with a chilling calmness. Her voice held a cold, calculated edge that hinted at an unyielding determination and a smile to die for. "It seems we are a little too late for dinner," she continued, her gaze fixed intently on the Novas.
She wore a striking uniform similar to Miss Irene's, yet distinctive in its design. Her attire was a fusion of elegance and intimidation. The uniform, primarily black, boasted subtle accents of emerald green lining that traced the edges, adding a touch of ominous sophistication. A high-collared coat draped over her figure, tailored to perfection, the fabric flowing with each subtle movement, hinting at an unseen grace.
Before anyone could respond, another figure emerged from the shadows behind Lieutenant Semora Yuga. This man, towering and foreboding, had an aura of silent power that emanated from his very being. He stood with an enigmatic stillness, clad in attire similar to Miss Irene's uniform in its base design. His attire, like Lieutennant Semora, bore distinctions in its subtleties. The stark black uniform was lined with an enigmatic hue of deep cerulean blue, adorning the seams and edges, lending an air of enigmatic allure. "I am Lieutenant Akeito Ainz." He said.
However, what set Lieutenant Akeito Ainz apart was the dark glove shrouding his right hand. The glove, made from a material that seemed to absorb light itself, hugged his hand tightly, covering it entirely.
"We're here for one person, and he's... right over there," Lieutenant Semora declared, pointing emphatically at Nova Zero, sending a ripple of tension through the restaurant.
"Ma'am, we don't wish to disrupt your meal; our presence is purely business. Please accept our apologies," Lieutenant Ainz interjected, displaying utmost respect toward Miss Irene.
"I know you both mean no harm, but this display—what's the reason? You're causing unnecessary distress to regular patrons who can't bear the intensity of your Nova Force. Ease up," Miss Irene scolded as she rose, striding purposefully toward them.
"You're making us seem evil after that grand entrance, ma'am," remarked Miss Semora, her pout evident as she folded her arms in playful defiance.
Relenting, they gradually dialed down their overwhelming Nova Force, relieving the tension that had gripped the restaurant. The patrons, who had been cowering on the floor, started to regain composure, wiping sweat off their brows. Mutterings echoed around, curiosity blending with caution, though none dared to speak out except for Miss Irene, their superior.
The Novas remained composed, unperturbed by the display of power that had shaken the establishment. They continued to dine, seemingly unaffected by the dramatic eve that was unfolding around them.
"Commander, our target is Mr. Nova Zero. Please accompany us peacefully," urged Miss Semora, maintaining a poised demeanor.
The request hung in the air, thick with an air of mystery. The eyes of the restaurant's patrons darted between the Novas and the unfolding scenario, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity painting the scene. As the tension lingered, an aura of mystery enveloped the encounter, leaving everyone on edge, speculating about the imminent revelation or conflict that might transpire.
ROME
Arriving just in time for dinner, I strode through the restaurant, captivated by its exquisite design. The town's beauty was undeniable, yet lurking in the shadows lay an ugly truth—a darkness that I was determined to uncover and eradicate.
A few uniformed men caught my eye, engaged in casual drinking. Ordinarily, soldiers, if off duty, would already be immersed in booze. Yet, my attention drifted from them as I made my way to join my friends and acquaintances.
Dos greeted me with his customary sarcasm, to which I responded in kind. While engaging with the others, I noticed Carissa's troubled expression, but I refrained from probing further, unwilling to intrude upon her in front of everyone.
Despite the moments of laughter and joviality, I remained vigilant. I offered smiles at jokes but stayed guarded. Tarif delved into his family anecdotes, and his words jolted me back to the present, evoking forgotten memories. The name Agatha Sarielios resurfaced, a critical piece to my research puzzle, but still shrouded in mystery.
"Who was she? Why did she matter?" Questions surged, unanswered. I resolved to inquire from Tarif, considering the potential peril if his family met an unfortunate fate.
However, before I could delve deeper, an overwhelming force approached. Nova Dos sensed the impending danger, and a foreboding tension swept over us. Though all three of us—alongside Miss Irene and the others—were present, an ominous feeling loomed.
Two figures emerged, radiating an unfathomable power. Yet, I maintained my composure, no trace of sweat beading on my face. Their might was formidable, but it was paled in comparison to Master Zonare or those two birds.
Their arrival heralded an unnerving revelation—they were here for me. Puzzled by their unexpected appearance, I continued eating, unperturbed. Miss Irene took charge of the situation, engaging with the two figures revealed as her lieutenants—Lieutenants Semora Yuga and AKeito Ainz.
A glance at Tarif unveiled his profound fear, prompting my inquiry. "Tarif, what's wrong with you?" I probed, concern etched on my face.
Sweat trickled down his temples, his hands trembling as he whispered, "They're here for you... you might be in grave danger." He replied.
What happened next struck me to my core. Carissa bolted from her seat, sprinting and screaming towards them. She flung herself into the arms of Lieutenant Semora, her sobs punctuating the air.
"She... she... she killed some men just moments ago and then forced me to come here. I've been stalked by men all day, and the Red Fox Gang... they came for me, and then she... I don't know who or what to trust anymore. I'm terrified. Please, help me," Carissa sobbed, her words barely coherent amidst her distress.
Nova Uno shot me a glance, a silent assurance that she was intervening to save Carissa. Perhaps they were attempting to abduct her.
"Wow, now we have two individuals of interest. This is becoming quite the spectacle," remarked Miss Semora, her tone tinged with intrigue.
"Nova Zero, you're wanted for questioning regarding the disappearance of Sisteen, and your friend in red, she must also come in for questioning," declared Semora.
I turned to Miss Irene, seeking clarity. "What's the meaning of this, Miss Irene?"
"I'm as clueless as you are, but I'll unearth the truth. For now, you should comply without creating a scene. These two are formidable, and as their superior, I implore you to abide by the law until I sort this out," Miss Irene urged.
Slowly rising, I drained the remainder of my shake before addressing her, "With all due respect, I'm not going anywhere woth you guys. How deep does corruption run within your military? I've held back information intentionally to test trust, and your trust meter has barely nudged from 0% to a measly 5%."
"You're being nonsensical, Zero. Please, don't resist. If you do, I'll be forced to take action," Miss Irene warned.
"I wouldn't expect any less from you. Dos, refrain from any impulsive actions while we're gone," I cautioned.
"You both enjoy yourselves; I'm not in the mood for this. If you require assistance, don't hesitate to ask," Nova Dos retorted.
"I've been craving a worthy challenge, tired of merely dispatching monsters in the vicinity. Let's make this engaging," Nova Uno quipped.
"Given your friendship, perhaps it's best you sit this one out. We'll take care of him. Also, escort the girl; ensure her safety," Semora instructed Miss Irene.
"Very well, I'll look after her. And please, exercise restraint—no unnecessary casualties," replied Miss Irene.
"I'll try, no promises though," Mr. Ainz added with a cryptic undertone.
With a swift motion, the guards encircled us, swiftly securing the area. Amid the chaos, the other patrons hastily vacated the restaurant, leaving only our party and the opposing adversaries.
"I would have advised against damaging this exquisite establishment, although it will mend itself in due course. However, should any innocent souls suffer harm, you shall be held accountable," Mr. Konessàne's words cut through the tense atmosphere with a razor-sharp tone.
"Mr. Konessàne, sir! Forgive us, we failed to recognize you in the heat of the moment. We were just executing our duty, and your two associates are presently facing trouble," one of the lower ranking soldiers stammered, her expression fraught with realization.
Miss Semora still maintaining a poised demeanor and myself glanced at Mr. Konessàne, silently acknowledging the situation. In response, he merely nodded, silently permitting our actions.
In that moment, it became evident that Mr. Konessàne commanded an unparalleled level of respect and authority within the city. Even individuals of formidable power like those currently facing him accorded him deference. He might not possess their raw strength, but his wisdom and influence held a sway that transcended mere physical prowess.
Why did they show not only such a level of respect but even fear just now towards this man. It puzzled me but that wasn't the pressing matter at hand. I needed to get out of this situation without getting caught or without having to kill anyone or getting killed myself.