Name unknown, age unknown.
After the information sealed away by the Confidentiality Bureau, all that remained for others was a codename.
—Solomon.
It meant "peace."
Former executive deputy chief of staff of the Present Realm Defense Committee Legion, former Legion Commander of the Second Legion of the Iron Legion, former Director of the Abyssal Operations Special Service Bureau, former commander of the Deep Strike Sequence...
Fourteen years ago, he had been stripped of all positions for a major failure and sentenced to life imprisonment by the Border Court.
Though named for peace, he himself was a butcher through and through.
In the Confidentiality Bureau's archives, his bloodstained record nearly encompassed the entire history of warfare in the Present Realm over the past sixty years.
Operation Primordial, the Feuerbach Campaign, Operation Kitchen, the Six-Day War, the Defense of White City, the Bronze District Landing, the Northern Suppression Campaign.
He had commanded the operation known as the Fehlmann Border Massacre. Afterward, disregarding the Unified Bureau's decision, he had internally executed every civilian and soldier infected by the Xenomorphic Strain—a total of sixty-four thousand people.
Beyond that, the number of people who had died directly or indirectly at his hands was simply incalculable.
Butcher, executioner, homicidal maniac, rabid war dog, carrion-eater...
He had countless nicknames, but the one people most often used was usually the most straightforward.
"That lunatic!"
In the Decision Room, Yegor's face had turned livid. He spun around and roared at the Vice Minister of the Current Realm Defense Department, "What the hell are you people doing?! Wasn't he sentenced to life imprisonment?"
"Regrettably, two months ago, due to his physical condition and advanced age, and in consideration of an application from the management personnel, the Border Court decided to release Solomon."
Ms. X's fingers moved slightly as she pulled