Mortal Men Must Die

In the White Fog, the clear-featured middle-aged Detective did not speak. Shade tried to open his mouth, hesitated for a long while, and finally said:

"I'm sorry."

"Shade Hamilton, why are you apologizing to me?"

Many people called the Outlander "Shade Hamilton," but when facing the Detective before him, hearing that name unexpectedly made the Outlander feel ashamed.

He raised his head and said hesitantly:

"You entrusted everything to me, hoping only that nothing about your life would be exposed after your death. But for my own benefit, I still used your—"

He truly felt sorry about it.

"Then, was your identity exposed?"

The translucent middle-aged Detective asked, his gaze sharp and his expression stern.

Shade shook his head.

"No."

"Then, did your actions strike a blow against Gray Gloves?"

"No."

Shade shook his head again, paying no attention to the puzzled look on the Doctor's face beside him.

"Then why are you apologizing?"

the middle-aged Detective asked calmly.

"Because you showed me kindness, but I went against your final wishes."

Sparrow Hamilton looked at Shade.

"Kindness? You were able to tell me all this so honestly, while I was the one who brought you into danger. Having you inherit Detective Hamilton Agency was dangerous for the person you used to be. I am not noble either. Yes, no one is noble."

Shade nodded, then suddenly looked up.

"Also, I am now a member of Military Intelligence Section Six, but I have also made contact with Gray Gloves."

Sparrow Hamilton shook his head slightly.

"Why tell me this?"

"Because when you were alive—"

"That was when I was alive, and I am already dead. In life, I did not betray my country or my organization. After death, my soul is free."

Even now, his expression remained stern.

"Shade Hamilton, I