"Executive?"
Kira rose from the sofa and sized up the man who had entered.
The man wore a mask, concealing his appearance, but his bearing was indeed unlike that of an ordinary person. He possessed the sharp edge of a battle-hardened warrior, like a sword already drawn from its sheath, making no attempt to hide its gleam.
"That's right."
The man spoke in a somewhat gloomy voice.
"I am an Executive of Iliaster, responsible for eliminating all those who betray the organization or leak its secrets."
Clark, lying on the floor, cried out in despair, "No! I didn't betray the organization, and I didn't leak anything! I just... I just..."
"You merely foolishly walked into a simple Shadow Game trap and allowed yourself to be manipulated at will. Yes, I do not question your loyalty. I know you were simply stupid."
The Executive spoke coldly.
"But the reason is irrelevant. In any case, Iliaster has already delivered your judgment. Your sentence is elimination."
Clark fell into despair, regret flooding him to the utmost.
Why the hell did I have to stupidly roll that die...
"And you."
The Executive raised his eyes toward Kira.
"One who possesses Shadow Game power of this level... I see. Such people are indeed quite rare in this era. However."
He snorted and raised an arm. Floating mechanical devices flew out around him, circling and assembling around his arm. Before long, they formed a strange hovering Duel Disk.
"However, no matter who you are, if you are investigating Iliaster, then you must be erased!"
"Oh? Is that so? Interesting."
Kira recalled how, in the anime, Iliaster had fought back and forth with Yusei and the others. Aside from that pile of cannon-fodder robots called Ghosts, it had basically only been the Three Emperors. It felt as