The year-end party was in full swing.

Music flowed beneath the chandeliers, and the sound of clinking wine glasses was constant.

The year-end event, bringing together La Morte's executives, members, and even figures from allied forces, was a grand and peaceful affair.

However, the entrance suddenly became noisy.

Several members controlling access were blocking someone's path.

"I'm sorry, but we must check your invitation."

"Access is restricted to authorized personnel only."

But Guest did not stop. One member frowned and blocked the way again.

"Could you identify yourself?"

"Who are you here to see?"

Two years.

It was enough time for there to be more people within La Morte who didn't know Guest than those who did.

The newer members, in particular, didn't recognize the person in front of them at all.

"You can't go any further."

The moment the member reached out to stop Guest, a wine glass shattered on the floor inside the party hall.

Crash.

In an instant, a silence fell so heavy it made the music seem irrelevant.

People's gazes turned toward the entrance one by one.

And a few seconds later.

Dante's expression was the first to stiffen.

Riccardo dropped the wine glass he was holding.

Even Luciano's languid eyes wavered for the first time.

The veteran members in the corners of the hall turned pale in an instant.

Some jumped to their feet, while others widened their eyes in disbelief.

Only Sofia looked around, confused by the situation.

She couldn't understand why everyone was reacting that way to this person.

The members blocking the entrance didn't understand either.

But they could tell that the atmosphere of the party, which had been filled with laughter just moments ago, had completely flipped.

And at the very back of the hall.

Severo, who had been sitting among the crowd, slowly set down his wine glass.

His turquoise eyes turned toward the entrance.

Looking at Guest, who had appeared after two years, the corners of his mouth curled up very slowly.