บท 365: The Test.

A few weeks later.

In the Nightside Mansion.

Inside Ichiro's room.

A youth with black hair was sitting on a comfy-looking office chair while a wooden desk was in front of him.

In his hand a silver-colored card was seen. He kept looking at it; no one knew what he was thinking.

A shimmer of light appeared from the window, making the previous dimly lit room look much brighter.

But, Ichiro didn't react as the silver card reflected the light.

[The Test]

Looking at the text on the card, there was some kind of mysterious power in them.

The more he looked at the text, the more he wanted to join the Test.

''Sigh…'' He leaned on the soft cushioned backrest and looked outside the window, where a crowd of reporters was hanging out.

Most of the reporters looked bored, but they believed that they would get a promotion if they managed to get comments from Ichiro or from Nightside women.