“Damn it! I told you not to trust that bastard!”

• Bang!

In a dimly lit room without even a single window, the sound of a man angrily slamming a table echoed. Among the three men seated at the table, the one with the most furious expression spoke up, though the other two were equally troubled.

“Hah, that idiot Potts. We should’ve known better when he said he’d keep her hidden until the festival was over.”

“…What can we do now? It’s already done.”

“Damn it! Do you have any idea how many of my A-rank ghouls were …