Red Line, RL1999 District.
This was where the Cipher Pol headquarters stood, a place most officials spoke of with dread and did not dare approach.
"Alright, I understand."
On the top floor of the mountain-like skyscraper, Redfield, seated behind his desk, returned the receiver in his hand to the back of the Golden Den Den Mushi.
The caller had been his direct superior, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter.
The current god of intelligence and espionage.
The conversation concerned what Imu had told Garp.
He wanted the two of them to fight to decide whether Jiwei stayed or left, as well as supplementary rules regarding Cipher Pol members resigning, transferring, or retiring.
Redfield remained calm, his gaze utterly still.
He merely turned to look through the floor-to-ceiling window toward the Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
From the moment he refused Dragon, he had known it might displease Imu, yet he had done it anyway.
Because he wanted to use this method to show Imu that he had the sense of responsibility expected from the highest commander of Cipher Pol—Aigis 0.
Since he had recognized the problem with allowing Cipher Pol members to resign freely.
He had two choices.
The first was to turn a blind eye, obediently follow orders, and let the problem develop. In the end, no matter what happened, it would have nothing to do with him.
The second was to point it out, refuse to carry it out, oppose it from the standpoint of his duties, and stand by his own views.
Redfield chose the latter, even though it carried great risk.
But if it succeeded, the gains would be substantial. At the very least, his position would be completely secure.
Because he had proven his competence and sense of responsibility while safeguarding Cipher Pol's overall interests.
As for sickening