Cyra, Zane, and Viktor wandered through the forest of maple trees and flowers, aimlessly enjoying the beautiful scenery.

"Haa… I wish I could stay here forever~ so relaxing~" Viktor drawled lazily as he enjoyed the flowery scent of the flowers.

"You can ask for flower seed and plant back in the greenhouse," Zane suggested as he took a sip from his drink.

The sunlight filtered through the maple trees, and the wind carried the soothing scent of flowers into the air.

Only Cyra wasn't feeling relaxed; she wore a hoodie with her eyes covered by thick sunglasses as she followed behind them.

If they weren't in a stranger's home, she would have left them a long time ago to go back to sleep.

She wondered why they hadn't planned their sightseeing for the night instead. Her gaze swept the forest's outer boundary, still visible, and she sighed in regret, knowing they had only just entered—it was far too soon to suggest turning back.

"You don't need to follow us. Who on this island can defeat me?" he asked, trying to get her to go back and sleep—Zane wasn't just overly confident; he was immortal and knew no one in this world could kill him.

"Yeah, go back! Don't be fooled by a cute face; I can hold my own in a fight," Viktor chimed in from the side, trying to persuade Cyra to return, feeling like she might drop to the ground at any second.

"I can... yawn... still keep going... okay, I'll head back. If you run into trouble, call my name." Cyra compromised, her yawns giving her away.

Giving them a last glance, they darted through the trees and vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Finally, it's just the two of us. I brought snacks and a folding chair. Let's have a picnic and watch some movies~" Viktor cheered, dragging Zane to a shaded area before pulling out everything they needed from his space.

"Get the ice creams as well. How is my assassination order going?" Zane asked while straightening the folding chair, but Viktor had entered his space again to get the ice cream he had requested.

Viktor came out with a bucket of ice cream and two scoops of it. "Did you say anything else?" Viktor handed over the scoop with a questioning gaze.

He repeated his question as he took the scoop from Viktor.

"I haven't even checked it yet," Viktor muttered, realizing he had forgotten to check after placing the kill order on Zane.

He lounged in the folding chair, scooping up a spoonful and popping it into his mouth in one go—only for his face to scrunch as a sharp brain freeze hit him.

Viktor licked around his numb teeth with his tongue before taking another scoop—unwilling to stop even if he suffered.

Zane shook his head at the antics and took a scoop himself, though his spoon dipped back into the ice cream container much faster.

"Oh! Before I forget," Viktor exclaimed and turned on his bracelet; the familiar blue glow of the hologram screen spread out before them.

As Viktor tapped on his keyboard, Zane was tearing open a snack wrap.

He took out the chocolate crackers and dipped them into the two-flavored ice cream.

"Hmm~ try this combination, it's fantastic," Zane recommended with a muffled tone as he chewed.

"Here, look—" Viktor's eyes paused, and his expression turned serious.

"Come out," Zane ordered coldly. In an instant, he snapped a twig and threw it ahead.

A loud thud resonated through the silent forest, then a pained groan followed.

A striking woman with a red bump on her forehead sneaked out from behind a tree—she grimaced as she rubbed her head.

"Ow! Tsk, you beauties are so cruel. I was only admiring your beauty and nothing else," the woman complained as she strode toward them.

Zane cleaned his fingers and went back to eating, leaving Viktor to handle the woman.

"Since you want to admire our beauty, why are you being sneaky about it? What are you?" Viktor finished with curiosity; the woman gave him the same feeling as those vampires, though she wasn't as pale as they were.

"That's rude. Now tell me all about your wife." The woman's voice sounded different, hypnotic as her eyes glowed eerily.

Ingrid's ears had grown calloused from her mother's warnings to avoid Cyra and behave well. She couldn't understand the fuss about Cyra, whom everyone feared.

Although she wasn't there to see the fight, she doubted that a single woman could defeat the family heads.

She had stormed out of the house to cool off in the forest and escape her cousin's awe-struck gaze and blushing face when he talked about Cyra. Luckily, she ran into them. 'Why not use the opportunity to get first-hand news from the people close to her?'

She glanced at Zane and Viktor, whose eyes had gone blank, and realized her hypnotism had worked. After all, she's a succubus; entering people's minds is one of her specialties.

She was so full of herself that she failed to notice Zane was slowly picking up a thick branch fallen to the ground. When she came closer, Zane attacked, slamming the stick on her head, knocking the breath from her lungs, and causing her to stumble backward.

Ingrid slammed the back of her head on the tree behind her, causing her eyes to water from pain, but things didn't end there. Viktor pressed on acupressure points all over her body, sending prickling pain straight to her brain.

"Idiot." Viktor snorted in disdain before wiping his hand and returning to his seat—he didn't kill her, since he felt no ill will, only plain curiosity.

Zane also thought the woman was a fool; she didn't even properly probe their mind to check if her control worked—instead, she stood proudly and waited for them to give her all the information she needed.

"Mmm…" Ingrid panicked as she couldn't speak—she grabbed her throat, her veins bulging while she tried to talk, but nothing came out—only muffled sounds.

She forgot the throbbing pain at the back of her neck. When she looked at them, her eyes shrank in fear as she realized her body wouldn't shift from her kneeling position.

"There's no use; I've hit your mute point. It will teach you how to speak properly in the future. Now stay still," Viktor commanded sternly as he placed the bucket of ice cream on her back, comfortably using her as a stool.

They overlooked her presence, and Viktor showed Zane the progress of the bounty on his head. The dark web had certified it as a legitimate mission, and it wouldn't be long before assassins started coming after Zane.

After dealing with the serious matter of the day, they lounged around watching movies and snacking while Ingrid served as a perfect stool.

Her body arched, sweat dripped down her skin, and the coldness of the ice cream container didn't help ease the numb, stinging pain she was feeling.

Zane and Viktor might have forgotten all about her if her heart wasn't pounding so loudly.