She ate her breakfast, brushed her teeth and sharpened her spear. Medea had expected a letter like this for month, it had been placed into her bag by some unknown servant of his, it contained a plane ticket, a note and a picture. So instead of spending her time in the cold, comforting solitude of Alaska she found herself on the other side of the world in an expensive hotel room overlooking a busy and crowded street. It was certainly considerate of the Count to provide her with such accommodations. She punched the mirror before leaving.
It was slightly harder to find the swordsman than it would have been just a few month's earlier. After the war caused by Newdeath nearly everyone carried some sort of weapon, be it pistol or sword. Still the aura that this mysterious Aoi endo was putting out was easy enough to track, mantra it was called, some component that was in every human soul but especially strong in his. Not something I would know about, Medea thought bitterly.
She found the man walking in the streets near several bars. She did not hesitate, the Bow of Apollo appeared in her hand, she aimed an fired an arrow, firing the power of the sun itself at the symbol on Aoi's back.