"The tracker?"

"It's switched off."

"Find her! My God, you lost the young lady! Do you walk around with your eyes shut?"

"I'm sorry, Sir Corin."

"Save your sorry for when you've found the young lady! Right now the Assassins' dogs are everywhere. If they learn about this..."

"..." A grand mansion in Paris's 16th arrondissement, with a view of the Eiffel Tower.

The exchange was urgent.

"Use the DST (French intelligence) if you have to! She can't have gotten out of Paris yet. Run every CCTV camera and find her!"

"Understood."

Corin was the family's butler, and a knight. At his words, the head of security bowed and hurried off.

"And while the Grand Master is away, of all times!"

The furrows on Corin's forehead deepened.

The family's youngest daughter, always bubbly and bouncy, had finally managed her escape.

Ever since entering the Sorbonne, Paris IV, she'd been crying out for freedom.

They'd kept her under close watch, but she'd slipped through a gap in the bars.

She had no idea how dangerous the world was right now.

The revived descendants of the Assassins were hunting the Knights.

An Assassin could easily take on ten trained mercenaries alone.

And the first target on their list would be the Grand Master's daughter.

By now, word of what had happened here might already have reached them.

They had to find the runaway young lady as fast and as safely as possible.

To Corin the butler, the runaway young lady was like his own daughter.

"Don't we need this too? Whole peppercorns taste way better~."

Click.

As she said it, the cat of the Louvre happily dropped the pepper into the cart.

"Oh! Milka chocolate~."

And chocolate went into the cart, too.

"You said you'd camp out sometimes, right? Then we'll need a tent, too!"

"Um, Vivian..."

"I told you to call me Vivi. We're the same age—friends don't talk like that."

"..." At Vivian's words, I took another look at her.

This was a neighborhood market in the town of Melun.

Luckily, it was their late-night opening day.

When the cat…