Dianna Vittori

Dianna Vittori. That last name… it was the same as Cyanide's teacher's, Giovanni Vittori, alias Anthrax.

The picture Cyanide had seen of her was age five, six at best. It was difficult to imagine the adorable little girl from that photo would grow to be such an alluring and seductive woman upon maturity, but the resemblances were real, and so was this girl's knowledge.

Without a doubt, she was telling the truth—she was the one and only daughter of Anthrax, and the same person Anthrax had told him to protect in his dying breaths.

"So… are you going to seek revenge for your father?" Cyanide queried, narrowing his eyes. But to his surprise, Dianna giggled.

"As expected… you are the one who killed him," Dianna smirked, folding her arms beneath her ample, bouncing chest. "I never thought anyone would be able to, but when I heard he took in a student… fufu."

"If you want to kill me, go for it. No need to waste so much time by talking."