Tang Ze Yichuan and the like—Ireland had not had much contact with him, but the man's reputation within the organization was simply too great. He was far more famous than Sherry, who had only risen to prominence a few years ago and was still very young.
This man whom outsiders called a madman was, within the organization, one of the rare good people with a moderate stance.
Although half of the organization's unexpectedly remarkable scientific achievements came from him and the Miyano family scientists, making them an indispensable part of the all-encompassing shadow cast by the organization, most people in the organization still saw them that way.
Just as Elena Miyano was still called an angel even now.
After all, the nature of the organization was what it was. Whatever science and technology fell into its hands would become a tool serving its agenda. The direction it took was not something the researchers themselves could control.
Everyone said so. Even Vermouth, who had suffered deeply because of them, had never spoken ill of that couple, which was enough to show the limits they had reached under such passive circumstances.
If anyone truly wanted to resent them, they could only resent them for choosing such an advanced and dangerous field of research...
"Y-you, who exactly are you..." Kihara River, whose hair was clutched in Ireland's fist, winced in pain. Seeing the cold killing intent on Ireland's face, he could not stop himself from shrinking back.
There was no need for psychological analysis. Just from the other man's decisive manner, Kihara River could clearly sense that, unlike the criminals and sinners he had encountered before, this was a true desperado.
The kind of person he dared not provoke.
"If someone hadn't tipped me off, I really wouldn't have noticed that you were