The mission seemed simple enough.

Squalo knew something had happened when he returned from his previous mission, a tad bit irritated by the little amount of killing he was allowed to do. For one thing, the stench of blood was so thick in the air the swordsman would've choked, had he not been so accustomed to it. For another, underlings were ( Read more... )

 Squalo truly was pissed.

The Ninth's orders.

He's not a person to be angered easily, despite general consensus.

The Roverian Family. You probably have never heard of them.

But this time... Squalo would like to think that this time, getting mad wasn't just acceptable. It was inevitable.

Protect the information with your life.

So the general gloom that ( Read more... )

Modern technology truly was amazing. Squalo wasn't going to deny that.

But he's also not going to deny his lack of the mindset to appreciate it.

Who can blame him, really? After all, it was "the wonders of modern technology's" fault that he wasn't back at the Varia manor, in his comfortable bed, sound asleep after a long night of killing horde after ( Read more... )