When Lucien finished looking at her record, he returned to his mansion in the 21st Ward. He was greeted by several mercenaries who were guarding the gate. All the guards were vigilant and were doing the job best they could.
Lucien called Darkwalker to tell him about the current situation; they both sat on the sofas in the living room. This room was decorated similarly to that in his home; there were a fireplace and large tv on the wall. The small tea table was in the middle of the room, surrounded by sofas and armchairs.
"Tighten security. Today I have killed three members of V. They already know about me, so guard this place tightly. If you have a lack of manpower, go and recruit other trustworthy ones. Don't let anybody into the mansion without my permission. Watch out, especially for investigators and agents of V."
Ordered Lucien to Darkwalker, who nodded in agreement and then left the living room. Lucien then went to his own bedroom. His own chambers were lavishly decorated, and he had there a king-sized bed because he liked it when he could turn around in his sleep.
Name: Lucien Etras die Aeon
Race: Ghoul
RC Type: Rinkaku
RC Level: 8,739
Unique State: Kakuja V2
Star Rank: 3rd-Star
***
Abilities: Telekinesis]
When Lucien looked at his RC Level of 8,739, he knew that it would take a long time to accumulate enough RC Cells to reach 75,000. Fortunately, he would catch some ghouls that would be turned into Blood-Essence.
Lucien then laid on his bed and started to think about all that had happened this day, but most of them were about Itori.
She was his type, he liked her character, and she was very attractive to him. After several minutes of thinking, Lucien went to sleep. Tomorrow he had on his plan to visit Uta in his HySy ArtMask Studio.
***
1st Ward, Commission of Counter Ghoul Main Office
This huge skyscraper with huge letters 'CCG' was the Main Office of the entire Commission of Counter Ghoul, and it oversees the 1st Ward, and it was also managing all branches of the organization. If necessary, ghoul investigators are deployed from this branch to another.
On the highest floor of the building, there was a huge but simple room. It only had one plain-looking wooden table and one chair. The wooden table looked rather ordinary together, but they were from a very precious kind of wood and were more than a hundred years old. This was the office of the chairman of CCG.
Behind the table, an old man with long white hair and a long beard was sitting on the chair. He had a face full of wrinkles and a sharp gaze on his face. It was chairman of CCG and Head of Washuu Clan, Washuu Tsuneyoshi, also nicknamed Oni Tsune.
He was clothed in traditional dark green kimono with two patterns on each side. That patterns were the symbol of the Washuu Clan.
Before him was standing a middle-aged man with wavy black hair and a goatee around his mouth and chin, he wore a white suit with a pink shirt and a dark red tie. That was son Washuu Tsuneyoshi, his legitimate son Washuu Yoshitoki.
Legitimate because Oni Tsune had countless illegitimate children. For example, Arima Kishou, Kamishiro Rize or Ihei Hairu, and Washuu Kichimura were all his illegitimate children.
"Talk."
Said Washuu Tsuneyoshi, only one short word to his son Washuu Yoshitoki. He was always like this. He disliked nonsense and only cared about the outcome. He was also a serious person, and the air around him was very heavy.
"Heir of Aeon House already arrived in Tokyo. We sent three agents of V with the power of First-Class Investigators to test him. They were all killed within a short time. I estimate his rating to be at least SS. This, of course, without the use of Kakuja. He didn't show it, so we couldn't grasp all of his abilities."
Reported Yoshitoki to his father. He was reading this all from the report written by Vasuki. He sweated as he looked at his father's unhappy expression, but soon he realized that this was his normal expression.
"Don't attack him anymore. Only observe. We are already in the later stages of our plan, and only a few years remain. We cannot let Aeon House let about it. If they found out about this, they would send someone extremely powerful to wipe us for sure."
Ordered Oni Tsune with a powerful voice. When he talked about the plan and later stages, he was even more serious than usual. Even Yoshitoki took it very seriously. They worked on it for generations, and it couldn't fail at any cost.
"I will arrange everything. We won't make any moves on him for the time and only tighten security around several places."
Answered Yoshitoki. Matters which concerned Aeon House were always taken more than seriously.
"Tighten security at Sunlit Garden and have there more agents of V stationed. We can't risk that place being attacked and destroyed. It is too important. And contact Kaiko to watch his movements but only when he is near our territory. We can't let him know that we are watching him."
Sunlit Garden was a crucial project for Washuu Clan because it supplied and bred half-humans to join Vasuki or the Commission of Counter Ghoul. It also bred ghouls used to preserve the pure-blooded Washuu bloodline as Kamishiro Rize. One could say that Sunlit Garden was the factory of soldiers for the Washuu Clan and if it will be destroyed consequences would be huge.
"Of course. I would arrange the best agents to guard it."
Then Yoshitoki bowed to Washuu Tsuneyoshi and left the room. Old man Oni Tsune was left alone in a huge room, and then he stood up and went to the window. He was looking at the city and all life beneath him.
"So the game is finally starting. All the players are here, and only the first move is missing. Who would win? We, the Washuu Clan? Or would it be the One-Eyed King of the Aogiri Tree? Maybe the last Noble House of Ghouls, the Etras di Aeon Family? Or that wicked-psycho kid, who is scheming all over his head?"
Murmured Washuu Tsuneyoshi to himself as he was watching the living city. The game was starting, and trumpets of war were ringing. Blood would be shed, and flesh would be torn. Life would wither, and death would be eternal. Now only one thing was remaining on the chessboard.
The first move.