"Something happened. Beda is dead."
"What?"
The moment the words fell, the principal's entire body stiffened.
After a long while, he finally asked with a grave expression, "Where?"
"In front of his own office. He was killed half an hour ago. His entire head was chopped off. The blade work was sharp—there was no way to achieve that effect without machinery."
Carter had lost his usual elegance. He sat across from him, looking at the principal with uneasy eyes.
"This is troublesome. Beda was needed to handle a lot of communications. How could he suddenly be killed? This matter had been kept so confidential."
The principal frowned tightly and abruptly looked up. "What about the surveillance footage? Did you check it?"
"I did. The footage from around the time of his death was completely distorted for about a minute. By the time it returned to normal, Beda was already on the ground."
"The authorities made their move."
The principal instantly reached that conclusion, and his face darkened.
What they feared most had probably happened. The Holy See of Dusk had killed countless people during the war. Once the age of peace arrived, slaughter seemed to have faded into the distance. Nearly ten years had passed by now, and many people had habitually forgotten what those days had looked like.
"I'll go to your office and take a look first. Beda was mainly responsible for this matter. He had just contacted us and handed his daughter over to me, but our cooperation had not truly begun yet. Strictly speaking... you and I are still safe."
Other than being friends cooperating with each other and accepting gifts, there was no additional evidence. From that perspective, Beda's death was actually beneficial to them. Even if they chose to withdraw now, merely nurturing his