Northern Dark stood up when he was sitting on the chair, behind the round table of the conference, "Hahahaha… Funny, huh?!" He laughed with a narrow open mouth.
"Haha! Absolutely, not, Northern Dark!" The Boss, too, laughed in the Black room.
That time, some of the heads and undercover members were staring at them with a bewildering style, while others are looking at them with annoying and disgusting expressions. But except for Crimson Night, she was smiling with head down and eyes closed behind her black big goggles and in front of it, her hat was hiding the half upper side of the goggles.
Then a white fine shiny thread was found behind her by the people facing opposite to her. Then suddenly a big poisonous spider appeared from her back, which came on her shoulder.
"Oh god!" A female member with two fingers rubbing her eye and a thumb rubbing another of her, and continued with her annoyed expression, "This place is literally messed with spider and its' nets. And this, one of the poisonous spiders. Because of you,..." She pointed out on Crimson Night, "The towers are not cleaned and filled with these nets."
"Well, well, but don't you think, because of them, the towers are looking more scary and a fantastic match to our organisation's name." Crimson Night replied and turned to boss, "What do you think, sir?"
"Well, I agree, Crimson Night."
Then suddenly, a sharp sound appeared from the side of Crimson Night.
Chinsch—!
The spider fell apart on the dusty floor. Crimson Night and some other people turned to the door which was straight to her side. A white silver haired young beautiful sexy guy's figure appeared with his light blue eyes and white eyelashes.
"As always, you are very early, Virell." Crimson Night spoke with a great elegance, smirking attitude.
"Oh, really?! Never thought of it, Crimson Night or Sexy Night?" He spoke out while stylishly entered the room and threw that letter into that fiery wall mounted heater.
Everyone was staring at her and Virell.
"Well, you can call me both of these, Virell, Virell! Our inkblabe."
Here, Inkblabe refers to a person who assassinates people and scribes too for the heads and Boss.
"Well, well, as you say. But…" He then went forward to her, and picked up that spider with his hand, covered with black gloves and Crimson Night glanced at that spider, "Oo! Your poisonous needle is very sharp to pass through the hard shell of my darling."
Northern Dark murmured, "Gross! … She is! That poisonous grossy spider, her darling? My goodness!"
"What are you murmuring, Northern Dark?" Boss shifted his eyes to him, glaring.
"Nothing, boss!" he answered.
"So, would you like to have your spider soup as your daily routine lunch, Sexy Night?" Virell asked Crimson Night, mocking.
"Umm! Noop! I am not interested. I guess that female member would like to have your special spider soup." She told him and shifted her glance to that member who pointed out the nets, which are in the towers.
Then Virell turned to that girl.
"I am not interested too, eating this eww… big spider." She said.
"Oh my! Today no one is interested in eating this. I think I have to throw this useless sacrificed big goat." He was looking at it, with his merciless eyes.
Then he turned back to throw that spider in the dustbin near the door, but then Boss ordered, "First, let's get into the point of 'why we have gathered here', Virell. Then you can continue what you were going to do." He spoke with fierce sharp white eyeballs, glaring at him.
"Well, as your wish, Boss!" he went to his seat, with his sweat welling all over his forehead.
"So a rule has been changed from my side. From now on, if any heads of this organisation find their member to be suspicious to them, an immediate action will be taken by them, by sending another one of their members behind that person to peek or to kill. And as you all know already, that once a member went from here, so that person will be found by everyone in the whole organisation and then will be killed. But, Northern Dark!"
Boss called him.
"Yes, boss!"
"Once the mission is finished, you will have to kill our betrayal, Dark, whatever it takes."
"But, boss…"
"What?! Or else she will again go to get mixed up in the crowd. Which… I don't want it, Northern Dark. Got it?!"
"Uh? Yes!" He sighed.
"Soo… Now onwards you will be peeked by the undercover members of Crimson Night."
The undercover members and some heads started glaring at him.
Till the time…
In the kitchen of Nancy's mansion…
"Hey, you are too early, Ms. Oak!" Amber said to Ariadne while chopping vegetables.
"Yawnnn… Yeahhhh… Actually early in the morning, I went to Dad's new house to talk about my recent experience as an office worker." Ariadne yawned, telling her, while sitting on the chair and laying on the breakfast table.
But hearing her, Amber's thoughts appeared about the night when she was talking about this with Mrs. Bourgeois, "F*cking lier!" and at that time, she cutted her finger while chopping, "Ouchhh! Ughhrrr…"
"What happened, Ms. Dubois?"
"Actually I accidentally wounded my finger."
"Oh dear! Are you alright?"
"Ya, don't worry, I just need a bandage."
"Ya, the first aid box is in Nancy's room. Do you need me?"
"No, thanks!" She went.
Then suddenly a hoarse voice appeared of a lady. I turned to the side where the sound had come, when… I found News channel is on.
Then I went to the sofa, when I found Nancy fell asleep.
"She really can sleep. Lazy sister!" I exclaimed, staring at her.
Then, I settled there. I was just going to change the channel, but… Headline of the News, "Finally, The person who is controlling over the YAYA company, has revealed its face in front of everyone."
"What the heck?! Boss appeared himself?" I exclaimed with whispering.
The reporter spoke, "The person who always attends the meeting in the company, with the help of a male robot on her behalf." "Her?! Excuse me, that person must be male!" I blabbered to the reporter, foolishly. "Who never has attended the formal party, only has accepted the invitation of masquerade occasion, now has revealed herself!"
"Ughhrrr!" My headache, but…, "But why did he reveal himself?"
Then an image of a tall young lady appeared, crimson eyes, red thin hairs with wavy below, with the sleeveless fashionable gown, as I know her.
"Yes, of course, I know that person…"
"Crimson Night?!"