Astrid eyed the laboratory entrance before her, the very threshold of a top-secret national research facility she had once infiltrated with Vivienne.

A sly grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she pressed the button on the remote.

A gust of wind swept by, yet nothing ensued.

Disbelief etched across Astrid’s features as she jabbed the button several more times, her expression darkening with each futile attempt.

Suddenly, she whipped out a gun, spinning around with a swift motion.

Vivienne, along with Percival and Leopold who was bemused, emerged from behind her.

Astrid showed no signs of panic; instead, a calm detachment washed over her.

“Figures, you’re not one to fall for tricks so easily,” Astrid declared, wielding the gun in one hand while discarding the useless remote with the other.

A flicker of regret crossed her gaze as she looked at Vivienne, “Had you joined us, our victory would’ve been assured by now.”

Vivienne’s eyes sparkled with amusement, her smile broad and radiant. “Your disguise is pathetic, Mr. B.”

Mr. B, now unmasked as the impostor, gave a nonchalant shrug, making no move to remove his mask, “When did you catch on?”

Vivienne pondered for a moment, “Around the time I stumbled upon Scott, perhaps?”

Vivienne then let out a derisive chuckle, “You were too naive.”

Mr. B’s eyebrows rose inquisitively, “Impossible. You’d never interacted with me when you blew Scott’s cover!”

A laugh escaped Vivienne, “Once wasn’t enough?”

Mr. B’s pupils constricted, still puzzled.

Before impersonating Astrid to get close to Vivienne, Mr. B had thoroughly researched his target. With the help of Alfred, the bumbling fool, Mr. B knew every minute detail of Astrid’s life – from her catchphrases to her subtlest expressions and mannerisms.

own mother,

met only

knew

a touch of exasperation,

her head, showing empathy,

on task, please? This is a mission,

B clenched his jaw,

as she swiftly launched a silver needle

B’s control over his legs vanished, and with a thud, he knelt helplessly on the

Wolf, do not interrupt. It displeases me,” Vivienne’s eyes glinted with a

gripped his gun tighter but knew

it was Vivienne, Percival, or even Leopold, Mr. B stood

this open space, a well-trained individual could easily dodge a bullet. And even if hit by chance, Mr. B was aware that he would be the one to suffer

of the question. He

B, you didn’t actually think

B paused, suddenly realizing his fingers

understood that he had been drugged and was

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phone, “Leopold, take him

him with the restraints he had learned to carry at all

you change your appearance, you

upon hearing

It all made sense.

on his flawless disguise, yet Vivienne had seen

Emerald Monastery, a disciple of the renowned Finnian, whose greatest skill

nor had she ever offered

B looked up at Vivienne, forcing a smile, “You’ve played along with my

you are, you can’t imitate the warmth in

even her master’s. Finnian often

she was forbidden from reading fortunes, lest she

her master’s warning and refrained from

to read bone structure, a skill unrelated to mystic arts and solely based on physical

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