Operation Red Book

The full moon hangs high in the night sky, illuminating the endless sea.

The sea is calm today, without any waves.

The waves at the end of the sea were like a raging tornado, stirring up white foam and dark green seaweed.

A silver cutlassfish was pushed up by the waves again, and this time the height broke the record.

The surging waves pushed it to the top of the steep cliff - the black castle covered with vines.

The back of the cutlassfish gleams silvery under the moonlight, as colorful as a natural gem.

"Gah!"

There was a flash of red light in the distance, followed by a falling crow feather.

With a whoosh, a red-eyed crow flew straight over the cutlassfish like a mine breaking through the ocean.

The crow changed direction again, and this time, it rushed towards its prey at full speed, attacking vigorously.

"Snapped!"

In just a blink of an eye, the silver cutlassfish disappeared quietly in the full moon.

"Gah-"

The red-eyed crow appeared in the moonlight at some point, spreading its black wings and circling in the center of the ocean.

The crow held the silver fish with the shining back in its mouth and howled triumphantly toward the sky.

All of this was seen by the yellow vertical pupils in the black window. He curled his lips and said in a cold voice:

"Ravenna is so beautiful, so brave, so good at fighting, and so powerful. Look at her sharp claws, her jewel-like eyes, and her feathers that are overflowing with brilliance."

Arnold's eyes sparkled with approval, and he clapped his hands gently with great grace.

"You are so far-sighted that you can see the weaknesses of every SCO member at a glance. It's easy to recruit an undercover agent. It can be done in the time it takes to warm a glass of red wine."

Arnold was not talking to himself; he was talking to the person behind him who was hidden in the dim yellow light.

The man ignored him and just slowly turned the ruby ​​ring in his hand. His brown leather shoes lightly stepped on the pine floor, making a "knock, knock" sound.

"What would Ravenna say if she knew the good news, Lord Dorian?"

"She said she liked me."

"what?"

Arnold obviously did not expect this answer. It was beyond his understanding and made him lose his composure for a moment.

He frowned in confusion, tilted his head and turned around, looking at the charming olive-haired boy in front of him in disbelief.

"I didn't expect you to answer that? What does this mean?"

Dorian leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, and rubbed them slowly with his white hands, accompanied by a long sigh.

Arnold could see that Dorian was distressed, felt somewhat guilty, and mostly felt irritated.

Dorian ignored it, his voice still clear: "Yes, what does this mean?"

"Lord Dorian, Lord Dorian!"

"what!"

Dorian sat up with a start, and looked around as if waking up from a dream. He gradually calmed down after seeing Arnold.

He rolled his eyes and fell back on the soft sofa, although his rapidly reddening ears betrayed his turbulent heartbeat.

Arnold waited patiently while Dorian rubbed his fingertips, blushing from time to time, and patting his head from time to time.

After a long silence, Dorian's eyes finally turned red. Dorian in demon form made Arnold feel very familiar.

Dorian lay in the darkness, and the atmosphere became extremely cold again.

Arnold took a deep breath, put his hands behind his back awkwardly, and didn't dare to say another word.

He knew the meaning behind this atmosphere, and Dorian was very dissatisfied with their actions.

Normally at this time, all we have to do is wait for Dorian to think of a corresponding countermeasure, and all problems will be solved.

"Not enough, Arnold. Not nearly enough."

"You said you like it? Oh no, undercover."

Arnold lowered his head, not daring to look at the intimidating look Dorian shot him.

"Love is such a bad thing." He could only cry out in his heart.

"Do you know Grace?"

"I was a colleague for a while, Lord Dorian. She was an angel who was banished to the mortal world. She was a boring woman."

"Behind her, there is a demon who keeps tripping her up in the dark. The symbol is... an inverted five-pointed star, red, you know?"

"You mean Jasper? Believe me, he's a complete lunatic."

"Jasper?" Dorian narrowed his eyes and lay on the sofa, looking very comfortable.

"I think I've heard of him, but he's not very famous, and few people in Hell talk about him."

Arnold chuckled, and the churning waves outside the window coordinated with his, as if they were working together to play a joke on the moon.

"Please forgive me, Lord Dorian. He was notorious before you were born and was hated by everyone."

"As a demon, he claimed that he would drag the angel into hell, but he also supported her whenever she encountered setbacks. He often fought with things that hurt Grace."

"Does Grace know?"

Arnold closed his eyes and shook his head: "She knows nothing. She didn't know when she was an angel, and she didn't know when she became the god of death. Until now, she doesn't know the existence of Jasper."

"Why is Jasper staring at Grace, just to establish his authority?"

"This is a very interesting story. When Grace was still an angel, he was sent by God to preach in Rose City, but he ended up angering the Heavenly Father."

"God has commanded a powerful empire to destroy Rose City, but the inner city is protected by Grace, so it is always difficult for a powerful empire to break through the city."

"The wise Father knew that in order to achieve his goal, he had to get rid of Grace first, so he instructed a child from Rose City."

"He offered the reward of becoming an invincible general of a powerful empire, and had the children drug the celebratory wine in Rose City... Of course, this also included secretly unlocking the city gates in the middle of the night."

"But you know, sir, how cunning and hypocritical God is. The first move of the powerful empire after breaking open the city gate is to kill the child who opened the gate."

"The child's soul was taken away by the god of death, and the verdict was of course that he was guilty. But he was resentful and unwilling to accept the torture of hellfire. At the cost of his happiest memories, he fell into depravity and became a demon."

"This person is Jasper."

"Yes."

"interesting."

Dorian was fascinated by what he heard. He nodded slightly in appreciation, and the corners of his mouth curled up even more.

"Did you know that Jasper is also absorbing souls?"

"I don't know, but he's just a useless piece of shit who only wants to persecute Grace."

Arnold shook his head, his tone disdainful.

"You are the most proud subordinate of Lord Satan. You became the leader of GH at such a young age. I don't think he can be compared with you."

Arnold complimented Dorian madly, but Dorian didn't take it to heart.

"Is Beatrice in London? I heard she developed a lot of useful things in Mexico."

"Yes, yes, you, you want her to..."

Arnold was a little dumbfounded and spoke unsteadily.

"Go check on Jasper. He is a little abnormal because he is collecting souls for no reason without the order of Lord Satan."

"Yes, yes, but, Beatrice, she, that witch, she is too impetuous and not suitable for London... I, I mean, I am afraid that she can't do undercover..."

Arnold's brows furrowed, his eyes filled with tension and fear.

"You've only spent so little time with her. Believe me, at critical moments, she's calmer than anyone else."

"But, Lord Dorian, I beg you..."

Arnold's voice sounded as if he was about to cry, the waves outside the window were howling, and the moonlight was so cold that it made people shiver.

"You go, or I'll tell everyone at GH about how you were chased all over the street by a puppy during your first Death God mission."

"Not London, not England, not Europe, but the whole world, including heaven!"

"Make sure to complete the mission."