William had expected to be meeting an operator. But still, he still did not know much about it, but what other choices does he have then? What he needed most right now isn't fame and allies, but money, and where do you get money? jobs, and this was the only job he had left.

Ofcourse, by now, William had already contemplated his life choices, taking the so called "operator" that he didn't even know the purpose of... He had really put a scar on his father's advice to search for information first before taking action. Wheather it was his fate's fault or his, it was still a path that he needed to walk through.

But fortunately, fate had gone a little easier for him.

"Eh?"

"Eh?"

Starting at each other, Henry, who was holding a teacup in his hands, intending to drink it, started at William, who was half way through opening the door.

It took them a few seconds before finally recognizing eachother.

"Henry?!" William realised.

"Ms. Claude?!" Henry realised.

Seeing eachother, William's mind were at peace for a moment. He atleast felt comfortable that someone he knew was in the room with him.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Henry?"

Though William hasn't realised it yet, there was only a single reason why a person could be in the operator office. It was either the new recruits are looking for an operator, or the opposite.

Henry, for one, had realised this long ago. Because of that, Henry's expression didn't change, the expression of shock was still showing.

'if she is here, and i am the operator, and she is a new recruite, then that means...' his thoughts were scrambled, each forming s different pathways eachtime, hoping to find the answer.

It all eventually led to him to "i am her new operator".

"Sir. Henry?"

"!!"

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yess, thank you for asking. I was just shocked for a moment"

'is this fate?' Henry guessed.

Henry then proceeded to ask "what might you be doing here?"

"I was told that i would be meeting an operator"

'so i guessed coreectly' Henry thought. Henry, who had deducted the situation had already predicted the answer. With this, it means that Henry is now...

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"Your operator"

"Pardon?"

"It seems that from now on, i'm your operator" Henry replied with his calming smile.

William's eyes widened as he trues to digest the information. Who would have thought that the person that offered to become his friend was now his operator, he thought.

Even then, it was slightly beneficial for him. Even if it wasn't for a long period of time, he had already befriended the now called "operator". With this, he is now able to establish not a business agreement, but also a "friendship" agreement for his operator, and that would be more beneficial for him, since it would be much easier to ask a friend then a contractor.

...

William and Henry sat across the short glass table while facing towards eachother.

Henry grabed the tea filled teacup and Frank it nochalantly while William sat stiffly on the other side of the table.

'even if we had establish a comradership before i had discovered he was an operator, i forgot i only met him today'

William was an introvert, to say the least. The only ones he felt comfortable while having a confersation is either with someone he knew well or someone who works with him for the purpose of academical assigbments, anyone other than that, well... None.

"Considering this being your first time being here, i take it you don't know much about this Association?"

"Y-yes..."

A slight grin appeared on Henry's face.

He then returned the teacup and placed it back on the saucer, aligning the slight circular depth with the base of the teacup.

Reaching his black rectangular suitcase and opening it, he reached out what looks to be a document.

Returning his suitcase to where it originaly was, he placed the documents on the table and slid it slowly towards William.

"What is that?" William asked.

"Take a look"

Being intrigued by the documents, to grab the folder.

Upon opening it, his eyes widened his pupils shrank with disbelieve and shock.

Four photographs showing the image of a corpse, each of the victim had either a disfigured or decapitated body. Blood splatter at every corner painting the Walls with blood red colour.

While William's expression shower a terrified look, his mind stood calm. It was because he used to be a doctor before he was transmigrated, and because of that, he had already gotten used to seeing blood and organs bare.

Since he was only a doctor in his past life, he had nothing to do with what happened to the victim nor did he have time to, but now he was someone new— Claude Merrick, and that gave him the chance to ask:

"What happened to them?"

"Ghouls..."

William doubted his answer.

"But... The marks-"

"The marks, right? Though it may look like an ordinary stab wound, Look at their neck"

Subconciously, William observed the photograph once more. It was then that he noticed a strange symbol on each of their neck.

The symbol presented a unique cloud like design surrounded with circular patterns that travels around the clouds.

"The Soul Reaper's crest, is what it's called. A crest that could only be obtained by ones who had either been killed by Ghouls, or people who had faced death itself, although, it's highly unlikely."

Although Henry had explained thoroughly, William still had his doubts.

"But... Can't you just draw the crest yourself after killing someone?" It didn't make sense for them to think it was a Ghoul just from the symbol itself. Because of this, Henry began to also had doubts about the association's capability.

Henry giggled "you really don't know anything, don't you?"

"?"

"The Soul Reaper's crest itself is a curse from the God of death, Volhara and God of Ghouls, El-Sharudth. if any normal man or even transcendent were to try to replecate this symbol, they would die on the spot"

William's intrigueness appeared once more— his mind now fixated upon the aluring tale of this land's Gods and God of Death, allowed him to be Freed from his introverted coused stiffness.

Then, a question appeared in William's mind.

"Then how does one subjugate a Ghoul?"

Showing his smile once more, Henry leaned forward and crossed his ten fingers, placing them below his chin.

"By becoming transcendent, ofcourse"