The sudden explosion made both Falan and Mikael turn around.
What met their eyes was collapse—and the burning Justice Department.
"So that was why the court had been wary of the Justice Department. You also refused to become a mascot or be used by anyone, so you used your own death to destroy all the intelligence while you were at it? Minister, for your subordinates' futures, you truly..."
Most importantly, this was equivalent to declaring the Justice Department dissolved, allowing every other department to freely recruit its dismissed members.
Watching this scene, Falan could not help thinking of his cheap superior, Minister Yobani Claremont.
The man had gone to his death so calmly. Falan felt deeply moved, and for a moment, his blood began to boil.
After all, what the man had done had quietly ignited the attitude Falan had once held—one of merely going through the motions.
"The minister is dead. Isaac, where should we go now?"
"There's nowhere else to go. The Imperial Military Department. I already have a service record in the military, and you have the recommendation letter the minister gave you."
"Mm." Mikael lowered her head dejectedly. It was obvious that she regretted it.
Perhaps, as a judicial officer, she was closer to her partner, Isaac Stamp.
But watching her own minister march to his death like that, she felt that rather than fleeing, she should have stayed behind.
Seeing this, Falan shook his head. It was not that he did not want to help the Justice Department.
The problem was the current situation. The three factions at court all wanted nothing good for the Justice Department.
The Noble Faction and the Clear Stream Faction feared that the Justice Department would uncover the criminal records of their members.
The Powerful Faction, meanwhile, had swallowed the