“Lord York.”
“Father.”
When Lexie and Vince left the Palace of the Yorks, Harvey and
Queenie arrived at the seaside villa.
Selena was soundly asleep, while Marcel was barbecuing on the beach.
Harvey and Queenie could hear a loud hiss from the oysters on the grill.
A pleasant smell wafted in the air.
Harvey casually grabbed an oyster before slurping it down.
“Freshwater oyster from the Island Nations. This is pretty good stuff!” Harvey exclaimed, looking impressed.
“The Island Nations aren‘t all that good, but their food‘s something else alright.”
Marcel chuckled at Harvey’s actions.
“An elite never underestimates the weak and has an objective opinion about everything.”
“Just because you hate a country, doesn‘t mean you‘re allowed to have prejudice against it. But even if you admire a country, you shouldn‘t be flattering it too much either.”
“Only through an open view can you accomplish anything.”
Harvey smiled at Marcel‘s words before shifting his gaze toward
Queenie.
“Hear that? Lord York‘s teaching you how to be a true elite.”
Queenie smirked, though she said nothing.
After seeing Harvey try to change the subject, Marcel smiled and didn‘t bring it up again.
“Right. Since I requested you two to have a midnight snack with me, I‘ll spare you the lecture.”
“Let‘s begin after I‘m done with these chicken wings.”
Harvey casually pulled out a bottle of beer from the ice bucket and took a sip.
“Haven‘t you been busy recently?” he asked, smiling.
…
“Did you find out what happened ten years ago?”
To Harvey, Marcel would only be in such a good mood if this was the case.
“Not all of it, but enough to figure out what happened.”
Marcel‘s face turned grim before his voice dropped low. “Harvey … Have you heard of a clean–up organization called Misfortune?”
Harvey frowned.
“It‘s not a very well–known organization, but it‘s the one that likes to set up their targets with reasonable methods, right?”
“I’ve heard of them before, but weren‘t they already gone ten years ago?”
“Why would they…?”
Harvey stopped speaking for a moment.
Marcel‘s child died ten years ago. Misfortune disappeared in the same year…
What was to say that the two weren‘t involved?
Dead silence overcame him for a brief while. Then, he asked, “Is there proof?”
“No. Even with the evidence my wife found, we can only form minor details about the incident, but nothing concrete.“.
“But if we manage to capture a certain person, maybe we‘ll have what we want.”
“A person?”
Harvey thought about the situation for a moment.
“The leader of Misfortune–Rin?”
Marcel nodded before setting a photo right in front of Harvey.
“This is everything I know for now. He must be right here at this moment.”
“I can‘t take him in myself for now…”
“I’ll need your help with this.”
Harvey squinted at the photo. The background showed cherry blossoms all over the place.
“The Island Nations?” he asked, confused.