"You're still talking? If you hadn't sold the information about King's Treasury to those two Greek gods, would we have ended up like this?"
"What a joke. Do you think that if I hadn't sold it to them, they wouldn't have acted? Use your brains and think carefully—why would two gods personally attend an Agent gathering?" No. 22 sneered.
"They already knew that someone at this gathering had clues to King's Treasury. Even if I hadn't spoken up, they would have captured us after the gathering and interrogated us one by one!
Even enslaving us and forcing us into King's Treasury had been planned in advance!
The only difference was that No. 33, that prophet, foresaw their moves and used false information about the Dual God Agent to lure us into attacking No. 03 and No. 04, turning us from the side getting beaten into the side taking the initiative..."
"Quiet!!"
Outside the cell, an attendant roared.
His eyes widened as he opened the cell door and strode inside. His gaze locked onto No. 22, who had been talking nonstop. He raised his right foot and viciously kicked No. 22 in the chest.
Bound by Silver Lock and unable to use his Divine Realm, No. 22 could only be sent flying like a ball to the edge of the wall.
"If anyone makes another loud noise, I'll kill you tonight instead of waiting until tomorrow to execute you as sacrifices to the Three Gods!" the attendant warned in Ancient Greek.
No. 22 lay by the wall, staring fixedly at the attendant's retreating back, a flash of ruthlessness passing through his eyes.
Only after the attendant had gone far away did everyone relax.
"Now isn't the time to discuss that. If we can't take King's Treasury out within three days, every