Commission

Night had fallen deep.

Gilan drove back to Morales Street.

Along the way, he pondered the Eclipse Society.

This extremist, mysterious organization had repeatedly stirred up trouble and wreaked havoc within the Empire. First, it had fanned the flames in Posivia in the north, inciting civil unrest, then it had triggered volcanic Miasma in Blood Harbor in the south.

Even Agni, the Silver Crown Knight—one of Caesar's Four Knights—had sacrificed self and other as materials so that Pala could overdraw the Philosopher's Sword and seal the crater.

This further shortened Pala's lifespan.

The Empire undoubtedly hated the Eclipse Society and Pal Solomon, the Windmill Cat, to the bone.

Moreover, the Windmill Cat had made countless enemies. Aside from the Crippled King, the December Director, it had once devoured Lilia Eng, the younger sister of Torrent, the January Director.

Even Miss Tolina's disability was connected to the Duke of Sulfur. Only by obtaining the Windmill Cat's Crown could she be cured.

For these reasons, Gilan also wanted to help the Empire eradicate the Eclipse Society once and for all.

Of course, with his current strength, he was not even qualified to be the Windmill Cat's opponent.

But he could still contribute. While the Windmill Cat was badly wounded by the Four Knights and hiding in the shadows to recover, he could eliminate as many of its followers as possible and weaken its influence.

In a sense, this would also indirectly help Miss Tolina... More importantly, given Gilan's current status, this choice was unquestionably "politically correct."

He could earn the goodwill of three sides at once. Why not?

'Count Schnauzer, I'll start with you.'

Gilan's gaze turned icy.

He had not originally held such deep hatred for the Eclipse Society, but after Schnauzer's betrayal and attack during the trip to the Land