Scarlet

“Isaac Knight wants to see me?” I ask with a frown. One that only grows deeper when the butler nods his head politely and says, “That is correct, Young Miss.”

This… I don’t know how to feel about that.

Isaac Knight is a rather famous person in the world. He’s the oldest living human being despite not being a Guardian himself. And there are also rumors of him being able to fight with demons bare handed even as a non-contracted human.

Overall, there’s a lot of mysteries around the internet about the guy. And rumors galore, many of which not a lot of people actually believe.

That he’s quite a bit stronger than a normal human despite not being contracted. That he looks like he’s in his prime even though he has supposedly been using a Guardian’s skill to keep himself alive all these years. Something that shouldn’t continue working like that and keep their youthful appearance.

And to top it off, he’s the richest man in the world, the father of both the Blue Knight of Humanity and the White Knight of Humanity, and kind of a sociopath.

“And they call your father’s side of the family full of demons…” Tar mutters, almost making me snort. But I hold back for the sakes of everyone here not giving me weird looks.

Also, I can tell just what Aria thinks of this request to see me solely by the fact that she tensed up the moment she heard it.

From what I’ve heard before, Aria doesn’t dislike or like our biological grandfather. But that’s because the man is like a slab of ice. He only thinks logically and doesn’t really grow attached to others. Not even his own family.

All he does for his family is the bare minimum of what’s expected of him by society.

He doesn’t hate them though. I’m not sure if he can even feel hate, at least from what I’ve heard both from Amelia and the internet.

And Amelia doesn’t seem to like talking about him. She did kinda disown herself from her father and brother, which is why she has a different last name as them.

“Do you know why he wants to see me?” I ask, my frown lightening up slightly when Aria nuzzles her face into my neck for some reason.

“She probably did it to cheer you up or something,” Tar comments with more than a little amusement as he appears in the air and lands on my head, bringing Aria’s attention to him. But then she just ignores him as she rests her head on my shoulder again.

“That I do not, Young Miss,” the butler says with an apologetic bow of his head. “But he said that he would also like to meet with Young Miss Amelia as well.” He raises his head before looking off to the side and asking, “Would that be alright with you, Young Miss Amelia?”

My eyes widen as I turn to look where he just spoke, only to find Amelia appearing out of nowhere with a frown on her face.

Holy donuts in a video game, how did he-

“I see your senses are still just as sharp as always, Bloodhound,” Amelia says, making my eyes widen even more.

Wait, wait, wait a fucking second, this guy is a Guardian?!

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Young Miss,” the butler whose title is apparently Bloodhound, a title I recognize from the news and online, says with a short bow. Meanwhile Amelia just rolls her eyes and says rather drily, “Why do you insist on refusing to hunt demons? You’re going to die of old age at this rate if you keep it up.”

Wait, so that’s why he looks old? He’s just not killing any demons?

“Who’s Bloodhound?” Tar asks, sounding curious as I feel him moving atop my head. Likely tilting his head or something.

Bloodhound is known as the best Guardian ever to exist in terms of his senses and is a Class V Guardian whose level should be in the thirteen or fourteen hundreds. Which would explain how he was able to detect Amelia.

I’ve heard his physical capabilities are at Tier E though. The worst Tier possible for a capability. And without the life force of another being to keep him youthful and power his reality, he is probably just as strong as a regular old man right now. Just one with incredible senses.

The man has been a Guardian almost as long as Amelia herself and was the oldest person in existence to become a Guardian, the man becoming one when he was in his sixties. Something that both is and was entirely unheard of.

After the Knights became fully settled into society as the Knights of Humanity though, he stopped fighting demons and just vanished from the face of the public. And since he always wore a mask, no one knew what he really looked like.

“You don’t need to worry about that, Young Miss Amelia, I won’t let myself go to my final resting place until I am certain Young Miss Aria can make it by on her own,” the butler says as me and Tar talk.

“Wait, he wore a mask?” Tar asks, sounding surprised.

Yeah, apparently that was common in the initial days of the System and demons first coming to Earth.

Also, I’m still surprised by just how dedicated he is to Aria.

I glance at Aria to find her actually having fallen asleep in my arms at some point, making me smile a little. Then I look up to find Amelia looking at me with a smile of her own, only for her to turn back to the butler and say, “Whether we go visit the bastard will be entirely up to Scarlet.”

“Very well, Young Miss,” the butler says, making me almost want to tell him to just use our names since there are three ‘young misses’ at this point.

Everyone – including the three spectators that are my friends – stare at me, simply awaiting my response. And after a few seconds, I come to a decision.

I’ve met Gramps, so why not meet my grandfather on the other side of my family?

“I’ll meet him,” I answer.