"Assassins!!!"

Vivian knew at once who the enemy was.

The same group Sir Corin, the butler, was always warning her about.

They had gone to ground for now, Sir Corin had said, but they could show themselves again at any moment.

And when they did, they would come for the knights and the Grand Master.

Vivian had forgotten all about it.

She hadn't heard a word about the Assassins resurfacing since she was a little girl.

She'd been warned until her ears stung, but this was the first time she'd ever faced them.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Her heart was pounding like mad.

Daniel!

And it was all her fault.

He'd sensed the threat and smashed a wine bottle to defend himself, but alone, Daniel was in serious trouble.

Even French Foreign Legion mercenaries who'd survived more than ten years of war were no match for the Assassins.

They were monsters who could take a bullet and keep coming.

An ordinary guy like Daniel couldn't possibly stand up to monsters like that.

But Daniel stepped forward, calm and unshaken.

He was a real man.

Like a brave knight, stepping in front of a lady with death staring him down.

Even with their lives in danger, Vivian's heart fluttered.

I have to save him! No matter what!

Vivian made up her mind.

She pressed the emergency button on her secret watch as hard as she could.

Sir Corin, the butler, had promised her.

Press this button, and brave knights would come without fail.

They would come and rescue her and Daniel. She believed it.

"Signal acquired!!!"

"Where?!"

"A winery in Chigny-les-Roses, the village near here!"

"Damn it! Step on it!!!"

Vroooooooooom!

Three black minivans tore down the road.

There's a traitor in the organization! There has to be!

The organization's men had been combing everywhere for the young lady when they got their lead from the internet.

Good God—she'd been staying in Provence with an Asian man.

They'd rushed people down there.

They'd had the police run the plates.

One of the suspect vehicles was a red Tiguan, and they'd followed it.