Senior Detective Clemond was a second-rank extraordinary warrior who followed the orthodox knightly path.
He should originally have served in the Kingdom's military, putting his strength to use. But after violating military regulations, he had been forced into retirement. He later joined Ceres's Night Watchman unit to atone for his sins, and upon completing his term, entered the Royal Capital's General Police Bureau.
As a second-rank extraordinary knight nearing the third rank, Clemond could be said to have weathered countless battles. He had faced all manner of formidable enemies and possessed exceptionally rich combat experience.
Yet he had never encountered an opponent like Ronan.
This young man, not yet twenty, had merely raised a hand, and Clemond along with his elite subordinates had been crushed so thoroughly they could not even lift their heads!
Clemond did not doubt in the slightest that Ronan could take his life just by extending another little finger.
"Y-you... are you going to make an enemy of the Kingdom?"
The Senior Detective forced the words out through clenched teeth, his face already flushed a deep purplish red.
Unable to resist, he could only hope that his identity would make Ronan wary.
"The Kingdom?"
Ronan smiled. "What the hell are you? What right do you have to represent the Kingdom?"
"Forget it."
He said indifferently, "I have nothing to say to cannon fodder like you. Go back and find someone with some weight to speak to me. I'll wait right here."
The next moment, Ronan waved a hand and withdrew the pressure of his Psionic Power.
Clemond and the others felt as though they had been granted a pardon. Several officers struggled to their feet, every one of them pale as paper.
Though they still held weapons in their hands, none had the courage to pull