"He Will Succeed"

Candle Dragon did not answer Charles's question.

"If you were the commander..." Charles rephrased the question. "Would you agree to this battle plan?"

Candle Dragon nodded, then shook his head. "Those not in the position should not concern themselves with its duties. I am not standing in the position of the hunting corps commander, so I cannot give you an answer."

"Isn't it just one sentence?" Charles muttered. "You wouldn't even need to speak. Nod for YES, shake your head for NO. Just move your neck."

"As an Anomaly Hunter, I am only responsible for carrying out the tasks assigned to me by my superiors," Candle Dragon said. "I rarely use my own subjective judgment to decide the life or death of an individual or a group."

Hearing Candle Dragon say that, Sun Hang suddenly recalled his employment test.

Candle Dragon had probably undergone a similar test when he became a hunter.

But after completing the test, Sun Hang had cast those questions—questions like the trolley problem, with almost no value for debate—to the back of his mind... Yet judging by Candle Dragon's behavior, he seemed to have adhered to the things he had said back then to this day.

"Seriously?" Charles gave Candle Dragon a suspicious once-over. "Didn't they say you top hunters were all brimming with personality...? Why do I feel like you're puppets? Uh, puppet isn't a very nice word. Let me put it another way... war machines? No, war machines are the military... Oh, right, hunting machines! Ruthless hunting machines!"

"You are correct." Candle Dragon nodded.

"Accept a mission, carry it out, succeed or fail, die or return..." Charles murmured. "Write a mission report, recover from injuries or take leave, then accept the next mission. I know quite a few freelance hunters. They decided to leave