"Commander Garcia, what is the meaning of this?"
Eno's heart tightened as he looked at the soldiers who had suddenly appeared and surrounded him.
Was it necessary to mobilize soldiers just to verify his identity?
"Nothing in particular. I'm simply trying to prevent some unnecessary trouble."
After Garcia finished speaking, he sat back down in his chair, picked up a document, and said, "Mr. Eno Kamal, I'm going to ask you a few questions now. I hope you can answer truthfully, because every word you say from this point on will determine your future."
"What do you want to ask?"
After hearing that, the tension in Eno's heart did not lessen, and a trace of confusion was mixed in as well.
Didn't he already know his identity?
"Tell me your name."
Garcia paid no attention to Eno's confusion and instead posed his question.
"Eno Kamal."
"Date of birth?"
"February 24, C.E. 54."
"Place of origin."
"Under the jurisdiction of the Eurasian Federation..."
Although Eno was puzzled as to why Commander Garcia was asking these questions, he still answered them one by one according to the other man's prompts.
But as the questions went on, Eno began to feel that something was wrong.
Because he realized there were some basic general-knowledge questions he simply could not answer.
"May I ask what your parents' names are?"
"...My parents' names?"
"May I ask the name of the school you graduated from?"
"...School I graduated from?"
Eno froze completely where he stood, because he did not know the answers to these questions at all.
Not only did he not know them, he had never even thought about the answers to these questions, and he had never felt there was anything wrong with not thinking about them.
Besides, wasn't he a spy trained directly by