I finished my tasks in London, assuming that China would struggle. Then, my next destination was a tranquil hotel in Virginia. Preparations were underway for a club meeting set to take place in two days.

There were bound to be protestors every time a club meeting was held. They still thought of us as the Bilderberg Club and shouted that they were not our slaves. However, this year’s conference would be carried out in silence. I didn’t see a single picket and then I passed through the security door.

News about my arrival spread throughout the hotel, but there were only a few who could directly face me. Mick was one of them. Although he wasn’t an official member of the club, he was responsible for security during the meeting. He called the Awakened ‘cats’ and oversaw item warehouses and military enterprises.

There was a familiar face next to Mick. He was a former member of Cat Food Warehouse and had been promoted to the point where he was able to secure one of the thirty seats among the Awakened. He also considered himself a resident of the Savior’s city.

Mason followed Mick into the room.

“I see you, Odin[1].”

I asked Mason after hearing about the hotel security situation from Mick, “The King of Hell’s...