Until now, I’ve always assumed that the underworld, regardless of the Dark Guild or other dark organizations, generally operated at the same level.
However, it was a fact that I had never heard of this secret society called Black Rose. I never heard of the black-masked man’s existence nor about an organization that managed to raise someone as powerful as the slave wearing the maid’s uniform in front of me.
With just this information, I can tell that there is an organization that reaches even deeper and darker than the underworld I am part of.
The answer derived was too terrifying.
It would take more than a year or two to raise a single slave to this level but no more than ten to twenty to cultivate such expertise.
And yet, even I did not know the name of this organization until now.
Not only did the Black Mask approach me, but I learned the name of their organization, Black Rose, although it was through a slave’s mouth.
It implies that my only future is death.
Otherwise, it would not be possible to maintain such anonymity for such a long period of time.
The only thing I can tell is that they’ve been doing this for a while now, killing anyone who has the slightest bit of information, or dropping them into slavery like Karendoll and drawing them into their secret society, the Black Rose.
I can tell because of the crest engraved on Karendoll’s chest right in front of my naked eyes.