"Someone here is disloyal."
Shade said it simply, then asked Chairman Pigman, who sat there in surprise:
"If I'm not mistaken, the negotiations between Your Highness and them just now did not go very smoothly?"
Shade did not intend to let him answer.
"Word just came in that this Mr. Giles has ties to Delarion's official intelligence agency."
"What? What do I have to do with Military Intelligence Section Six?"
The somewhat overweight middle-aged man stared wide-eyed in shock.
"Being held at gunpoint by a Military Intelligence Section Six Ace."
Shade thought to himself, but said aloud:
"I never said Military Intelligence Section Six."
Mr. Giles's eyes widened again, and Shade continued:
"Clear evidence shows that someone promised Mr. Giles terms he could not refuse, asking him to sabotage the negotiations between Your Highness and the association."
Margaret put on a stern expression, while Chairman Pigman looked even more astonished.
"Giles, is what this gentleman said true? I was wondering why you had been acting so strangely today. If you have been wronged, explain yourself now."
"I, I..."
The man in the monocle had begun sweating across his forehead.
"You took benefits from Military Intelligence Section Six. Those Delarion people do not want Princess Margaret to resolve the royal family's historical problems."
Shade's gun barrel was already pressed against his head.
"Since you worked so diligently for them, you must have already received part of the payment. It won't be difficult to investigate."
"No, I... I'm not with Military Intelligence Section Six! I didn't take anything from those Northern Kingdom bastards!"
The fat man protested nervously.
"Then who did you make a deal with?"
Shade pressed on, but Mr. Giles had barely opened his mouth before immediately shutting it again.
He had already completely offended Princess Margaret. If he named