Standing in a meeting room where only several people showed up, the ‘Red Eagle Duke’ Constantine Brunnit had to squeeze his brain, trying to find solutions for the reports that were pouring in via text messages from a moment ago.

「An oil truck ran into Daniel’s car! Fire has engulfed the area!」

「Dietrich Schumacher was suddenly found dead in his study! There are signs of him ingesting a lethal poison!」

「We lost contact with Lenny. He seems to have gone missing…」

「Walter declared he’ll leave our faction, saying he doesn’t want to end up dead like the rest. He’s terrified.」

Some of the Black Eagles, Constantine’s followers in the Illuminati, had gotten into accidents on their way to the meeting. Anyone could tell that they were no ordinary accidents. The people behind the accidents were targeting the Illuminati—Constantine’s followers, to be exact.

The problem was that Constantine couldn’t do anything about it. If these accidents took place several days ago, Constantine would have been able to mobilize not only the Illuminati but also the German Council to apprehend the people responsible. One order from him would have made his numerous subordinates do whatever it took to get the job done.

Now, however, almost nobody obediently followed his orders. Most of his subordinates ignored his order or calls, and the few subordinates who stayed loyal to Constantine became noticeably dispirited after ‘accidents’ continuously occurred.

‘Crna Ruka…! How...