The Wright residence, Wolsing.

When Janus got out of a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, it was around midnight. He looked around carefully before quickly entering a courtyard within the residence, holding a wooden box.

He walked through the corridors with full familiarity and entered a study.

Emery, the Number One Young Master of Wolsing, was quietly holding a piece of gemstone, brushing it against his thumb.

Janus didn't run in. Instead, he waited until Emery was done looking at the gemstone before entering. "Good evening, sir."

Emery raised his head and glanced at Janus. "So? Did you get it?"

Janus smiled. "Is there anything in this world you want that we can't get for you?"

He carefully put the small box on the coffee table and smiled.

"While Harvey and that idiot Hale are all quite good," he said, "they're all pawns playing to your tune. This time, with Daichi working for us and Sky Plane suffering such a huge loss, we finally have it in our hands. If those monsters from Sky Plane kne