-Spiritual Kinship- 2nd half

Chapter 7 - Date-A-Akiba

The <SAMM>'s were all gathered around and together once again. However,  this was not a happy occasion as chattering noises came from their teeth.

In contrast, the atmosphere wasn't bleak at all. The place was wrapped up by the cold of December, but the temperature inside was still warm because of the office's thick glass and heater.

Right now, Samuel was standing there with his hands and legs covered with plaster. The rest of the group behind him was also in a similar state as they barely got out of the <Nightmare> alive.

The other <SAMM>'s behind him were hiding while some were trembling, whereas Samuel simply had a cold and empty look, devoid of all emotion.

".....Sir?" Samson dared to speak.

In front of them, there was a man that seemed to be in his thirties sitting in a chair. He lowered his eyesight down to the document in his hands.

""""!!!!!""""

With only that little movement, Samson and the other four boys began sweating profusely.

The man was accompanied by a blonde-haired woman with a sharp facial expression but seemed to be avoiding Samuel's sharp sword-like gaze.

Normally, the five of them are rarely seen together and for them to stand in front of Westcott right now, it was definitely serious.

Despite that, Samuel didn't seem to be all that bothered at all.

".....Samuel, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Say what? We have been called and we are to listen. What else is needed?"

"B-But, what does this man want I wonder? I came all the way here from America you know?"

"Even so, this is still—"

When the boys behind Samuel began to chatter and make unnecessary noises, he glared at them from the corner of his eyes as they immediately froze.

This was definitely different from the Samuel who would often stay quiet preferring silence. He would previously not mind the noise and even joke with them, but somehow this version felt eerily similar to the man in front of them. 

Even then, the feeling they got from that man was understandable. After all, this was the person who created them. DEM Industries' first-generation founder, Isaac Westcott.

Samuel seemed like a dog that would obediently obey its master. Upon seeing that, The man showed a smile of satisfaction and nodded to himself.

Only a few days ago, they were guarding [Material A], a Spirit captured by DEM contained in Neryl Island's experiment facility in the Pacific Ocean.

During which they were attacked by <Nightmare> and <The Irregular Spirit>, that resulted in [Material A] being taken.

"......."

Samson took a glance at Westcott's side.

There stood the young, blonde woman, right behind him. She wasn't just an ordinary secratary. She was DEM's supervisor, the strongest Wizard, Ellen Mira Mathers. This woman's genes were used to create them.

One could say that she was the original.

She was as powerful as the Spirits. If she was here with Westcott, that could only mean they were about to be punished.

"....I see"

Westcott broke the deadly silence that came from the room after looking through Samuel's report as a dark gaze was directed towards the boys who began to shrink behind Samuel.