Cleanup

"Who are you?"

At that moment, the burly man in clown makeup asked in a deep voice.

Gilan looked at the five people before him and said with interest:

"You don't even know who I am? It seems the intelligence was indeed correct. Your 'Traveler Circus' comes from beyond the border... Hmm, you should be a secret society from the Ovena Federation."

"So what if we are?"

The short dwarf replied in a shrill voice.

He wore a vicious expression.

"So what?"

Gilan raised a brow, finding it amusing.

He said blandly:

"Four Tier 3 Spirit Mystics and one Tier 4 Long-Lived One, and you dare stir up trouble in Bremen's capital, murder innocent civilians, and destroy shops and property... Do you really think the Mystery Investigation Committee doesn't exist?"

As Gilan spoke, he swept his cold gaze across them.

"Allow me to introduce myself. Gilan Iros, the newly appointed chairman of the Bremen Empire's Mystery Investigation Committee—the Red Sage."

"You have openly violated the Empire's Secret Decree. Here and now, I will put every one of you to death."

"The chairman?!"

All five of them were startled.

Especially the strongest among them, the burly man.

As a Tier 4 Long-Lived One, even with Spirit Vision, he could not see through the unfamiliar young man at all. All he could sense was an absurdly powerful spiritual radiance from him!

It even...

Gave him the feeling that this man was more terrifying than their boss!

"Run!!"

The burly man did not try to resist. Instead, he shouted at once and flashed toward the nearest window.

His decision was not wrong. The problem was that Gilan was vastly stronger than them.

Just as the five scattered and attempted to flee the room, Gilan remained where he was, expressionless, and flicked a finger.