Chapter 177

Chapter 177

“Foreign witches from distant lands greet the masters of House Corleone, rulers of the Underworld!”

Flying on brooms from the rising moon, the witches landed in front of us with a natural grace, removing their long hats and bowing respectfully.

“You’re always working hard.”

As if he’s used to their greetings, my father removes his bowler hat and inclines his head.

The witches giggle, seemingly amused by the sight.

“As always, the Lord of Corleone is a gentleman!”

“If only the others were a little more like the Don!”

“Alas, alas. After we have served Corleone, we poor folk will be despised and discriminated against by others.”

“Filthy whores who have sold their bodies and souls to the devil!”

“But we’re fine! Isn’t that true?

Giggles──

Their gestures and movements, as if watching a musical, were eye-catching.

After all, the witches of CS were extremely beautiful.

“Oh my God. The invitation says that there’s one more person!”

“What could this be? Don Corleone. And Lord Parnello.”

“Oh, really? There’s one more person!”

With exaggerated gestures, the witches begin to crowd around me.

“And who is this handsome gentleman?”

“Well...... he looks a lot like Don Corleone, could it be Corleone Junior?”

“Corleone Junior, what a treat to meet you, how nice to see you, Corleone Junior!”

“You don’t happen to have a witch servant, do you? Next to the devil, I’d give you my soul!”

As they begin to giggle, leaning in closer and closer, my father puts his hand on my shoulder.

“I vouch for the qualifications of my son, Eugene Han Corleone, and I will take responsibility for any liability that may arise. That should be a sufficient explanation for the others.”

Like balloons blown away by the wind, the witches who had stepped back nodded at father’s intervention.

“Of course, and on whose word!”

“If it comes from Don Corleone, it will convince anyone else!”

“If you say it is, who would dare to disagree?”

Once again, as I watched them being summed up by father’s words, I realized the power of the name Corleone.

Witches, the craziest of crazies, the most unintelligible of NPCs, and the most unpleasant of NPCs to deal with in-game, could be persuaded so simply.

Even when I was a magical girl, I tried to be friendly, but they tried to pull pranks whenever they could.......

Problem is, those pranks were never typical.

You know, like the ones where the minions suddenly bite your head off, or the ones where they try to sell you some weird demonic stuff called entropy.

That’s the kind of evil they are.

It’s exhilarating.

It was clear that this was a world of strength, power, and connections.

“Gentlemen, gather round!”

“Now is the time for our witches’ festival!”

“Gentlemen, please join us and look forward to the festivities to come!”

“Now, my sisters and brothers, gather round, and let us show the gentlemen our dance!”

The witches in a circle around me, my father, and Parnello hold each other’s hands and begin to twirl around us in a large circle.

“Please make yourself at home!”

“Don’t forget us!”

“We’ll spread the word that Master Corleone is handsome!”

“All handsome men are brothers!”

There seemed to be an interruption, but......it would be weird to talk here.

I thought it would be a funny situation if I were the only one who was talking while my father and Parnello were standing still.

Slowly, the witches surrounding us begin to move faster.

Colorful mana, like a rainbow stretched thinly around us, begins to cover us, and finally our bodies.

This is Walpurgis Night.

“Please, I hope you will have a good time.”

The usher who led us to the front of the banquet hall bowed and walked off into the woods, disappearing from sight.

‘Is this the end?’

Before we were fully inside the ballroom I looked at the people already inside, eating and talking.

“Looks like we’re almost last in line, huh?”

Looking at the people already here I ask, knowing that the nature of Walpurgis Night prevents a large crowd from gathering, but Parnello’s answer is one that seems so obvious.

“Because it would be absurd for Don to wait for others.”

“......It certainly does.”

He was the one who kept everyone else waiting, not us.

“Let’s go.”

Silence fell over the once-bustling ballroom as my father, Parnello, and I walked into the ballroom.

It wasn’t stares or surprise or anything like that.

“Don Corleone.”

“Don Corleone.”

“Don Corleone.”

“Don Corleone.”

They were just being polite as if it was a given.

As we walked by, many people took off their hats and held them in front of their chests, greeting us softly.

As if he was used to seeing them, my father made brief eye contact with each of them and continued onward in silence.

His destination was not far away and he was walking in silence toward the man who sat there.

As we stood in front of the dais, the man who had been sitting there in silence rose from his chair and slowly made his way down the aisle, bowing softly.

“Don Corleone.”

“Dr. Faust.”

I swallowed hard as I watched him take the hand my father offered.

This is the man who leads this Night of Walpurgis.

The man who had won the only battle with the devil and is considered the greatest mind in Europe, Dr. Faust.

After shaking my father’s hand, Faust rolls his jade eyes and looks at me, standing behind him.

“I remember sending invitations to Don Corleone and Lord Parnello, but I don’t recall calling the young man behind......if I may ask who he is.”

He had an uncanny sense of seeing through people.

Part of me wanted to avoid his gaze for the moment, but knowing that in times like these, I had to be strong, I gave him a rather laid-back smile.

After all, he was the one who asked the question, not me.

“My son.”

“Oh.”

“Is that a problem?”

At father’s words, he smiled and waved his hands in the air as if to say something.

“Of course not, he is the Crown Prince Corleone, and no one else. I would rather express my deep gratitude that you have come to grace this occasion.”

Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk.

He casually walks past my father, smiles, and offers his hand.

“I’m Dr. Faust. I’ve heard many stories about the crown prince of the Corleone family.”

I never thought he’d offer to shake my hand in front of all these people.

It was a sign of respect for my father and respect for the Corleone family, so I put on my best fresh-faced smile and replied as usual.

“Eugene Han Corleone. I, too, have heard many stories about Dr. Faust.”

“Ho-ho, you mean my story?”

He looked pleasantly surprised, as if he hadn’t expected his story to come out of my mouth.

“Can you tell me what stories you’ve heard?”

“Oh. It’s not much, but I’ll tell you if you don’t mind.”

Dr. Faust.

“That you have joined hands with the League of Villains.”

Let’s start with the killing blow, shall we?