"Stop! Stop right now!"
As the attackers closed in step by step, the chairman's expression kept twitching. "I'm telling you, the others won't let you get away with this! Temperance is only making itself a target by doing this—wait, I get it. You're people sent by NO.6, aren't you?! You want to fish in troubled wa—"
Smack!
The curtain of rain was torn apart. From the other end of the rooftop, a dagger flew through the air with a shrill howl, hurtling toward his face.
But in the next instant, it was knocked away by the sweeping blade of a guard.
It only left a deep wound on the chairman's face, black blood flowing from it.
From the other side of the rain curtain came the piercing screech of metal grinding against metal.
Dragging a long iron spear behind him, the grey-clad knight strode through the torrential rain, step by step. The spearhead scraped against the ground behind him, throwing up fleeting sparks.
The remaining guards tried to stop him, but before the sweeping iron spear, everything was torn apart by the howling gleam of steel.
At last, amid the flying blood, the face beneath the grey hood lifted and stared at him coldly. "Quit yapping already. Can't you just die quietly?"
The chairman froze and took a step back.
A chill ran through his entire body.
"F-for the sake of seizing power, Temperance actually colluded with people from the Present Realm... I knew it, I knew it! That traitor! Traitor! We took him in for tens of thousands of years, and that ungrateful wild—"
A shrill cry suddenly erupted, cutting off his incoherent babbling.
When the iron spear thrust forward, it was as though even sound had been killed. No noise could be heard, only the crisp hallucination that