The situation Shinji feared did not occur. Possibly due to the massive shock caused by the elimination of the Night of Wallachia, the issue of Sion's handling was put aside, allowing her to stay in Japan temporarily, residing at the Tohno household. Although not many people were involved in this incident, each one had significant backgrounds and identities. The day after the Night of Wallachia was eradicated, the Holy Church, the Clock Tower, the Atlas Institute, and the upper echelons of Japan's mystical world all learned of this explosive news, causing a commotion.
That was one of the infamous Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors, a being that had caused numerous calamities, a powerful Dead Apostle that even the Church had turned a blind eye to. If the manifestation of the Night of Wallachia three years ago had not been in Italy, close to the Holy Church's headquarters, the Church would not have even sent a punitive force but merely sent people to clean up afterward.
Now, such a monster was dead? Dead in Japan, in an inconspicuous small town? Killed by two people? What a joke! This was the first reaction of those who heard the news.
The Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors were legends that had circulated in the mystical world for over a thousand years, synonymous with power and terror. Though half of them had been suppressed by the Holy Church, casting a shadow over this legendary name, it was the result of the Holy Church's relentless efforts over millennia.
Even so, it was only suppression and sealing. Since the title of Twenty-seven Ancestors became known, the Holy Church had eliminated only one ancestor: the Eleventh Seat, Stanrobe Calhin. And even that elimination was not complete, as the grudge of Stanrobe Calhin remained, turning into a vortex of destructive power known as the Stantia: the First Wraith, which would take about two hundred years to dissipate entirely.
And now you're telling me that such a level of monster was suddenly eliminated? Everyone's first reaction to this news was disbelief.
Fortunately, the news provider held significant status in various major factions, so the message was not immediately dismissed as false and thrown into the trash.
After an in-depth investigation, the major factions learned that one of the two people who eliminated the Night of Wallachia was the last True Ancestor, Arcueid Brunestud.
Now there was no doubt. Although the True Ancestors did not have a prominent reputation and were active for only short periods, those familiar with vampires knew the power of these natural-born vampires. This particular True Ancestor was the strongest among them, an executioner specializing in killing vampires. No one found it surprising that she accomplished such a feat—except the Holy Church.
To be precise, it was the Holy Church's deepest dark side, an independent agency with immense authority, known as a final force that could rival the combined forces of other Holy Church departments.
If the Holy Church was the exorcism group, then the Burial Agency was the Holy Church's demon-killing group. They did not uphold legal or theological doctrines but operated purely on the principle of strength, practicing thorough meritocracy.
The organization required its members to have the ability to kill heretics effectively. Strength was the primary criterion, while faith and character were secondary. Anyone capable of eliminating targets the Holy Church found inconvenient was welcome to join, regardless of their identity, even if they were only nominal believers.
It is no exaggeration to say there was not a single normal person in the organization—both in terms of strength and personality. Some members were even non-human.
They were not exorcists banishing demons but executioners slaughtering demons. They were heretic inquisitors with special authority, but in practice, they executed targets without trial, earning them the label of a hitman group. Their actions were always "kill first, report later."
The organization's name was the Burial Agency, and more than half of the Holy Church's actions against vampires came from them. Naturally, the report Riesbyfe submitted to the Holy Church was also placed in the hands of the leader of the Burial Agency, the First Seat, and the strongest member, known as Narbareck.
Narbareck was not a personal name but a title inherited by the family name. Just as Lorelei Barthomeloi automatically inherited the name Lord Barthomeloi upon assuming the title of head of the Barthomeloi family, each generation of the Narbareck family members who became the Director also inherited the name Narbareck.
The current Narbareck was a woman who looked relatively young, with long hair that covered her right eye. She glanced casually at the copy of the report on the desk and lost interest, saying:
"Hand this over to your master and Ciel. Let them handle this matter entirely."
From the darkness emerged an elderly priest wearing a cassock and small round glasses. He bowed to the young woman at the desk and turned to leave.
The priest's master was an extraordinarily handsome youth whose gender was indiscernible, dressed in a special ceremonial robe that could never appear in public. The reason was that the robe was too luxurious, with gold embroidery on the highest quality pure white brocade, and it exuded an ancient and mysterious aura—the robe alone was worth as much as the entire assets of a small organization.
Of course, for this young man, wiping out a small organization like that would be easier than obtaining this ceremonial robe.
Accepting the report from the elderly priest, the young man thanked him gently.
"Thank you for your hard work. Please continue to keep the director occupied. Find as many tasks as possible to keep him busy. No matter what, that person's hobby is fighting others. If he has free time, it will be a disaster. I don't want to be caught by her again; it's worse than facing a hundred strong enemies."
The old man nodded, standing quietly in front of the young man.
The young man continued, "Inform me of any developments promptly. Although there might be a considerable distance between us, distance is not an issue for us."
A gentle smile appeared on the old man's face, while continuous "squeak, squeak, squeak" sounds came from the corner behind him.
Someone pushed open the door, bringing light into the dark corner. The source of the squeaking sound scurried away along the wall; from their short limbs, large bodies, and long tails, it was obvious they were a group of rats.
The old man turned around, his always-kind gaze pausing on the face of the person who opened the door. After a slight nod of acknowledgment, he left the room.
The young man, with hands adorned with rings exuding the same luxurious and mysterious aura, picked up the report and chuckled softly:
"Now, let's see what kind of trouble that troublesome director has stirred up for us."