Novel & Cerita Takeo Noblesse

His grey kimono was immaculate, and the katana that should have been confiscated at the door still rested across his lap, because Takeshi Yamamoto went nowhere without his sword and no one was brave enough to try taking it. His second in command was ayounger man with ink crawling up his neck. He stood at perfect attention. And finally, directly across from me… Alessandro De Luca. He was elegant as always with his silver hair swept back and a suit worth more than most men's homes. He looked at me across the obsidian table with the patient, predatory smile of a man who had been waiting years for this moment. Behind him stood Antonio, his second in command who has a scar through his left eyebro

Dead! I flick the Katana sending blood flying before I sheathe it again. “Baron to issho ni yaritai koto o yari, horitsu o uragiru yuki no aru subete no hit oni messeji o okurimshou. Kore o Onryo no shiwazada to tsugeru.” (Do what you want with Baron, send the message to all who dares betray the laws. Tell them this is the work of the Onryo.)