Beyond the Battlefield

"Hmph, that old Karp really got to steal the show this time."

Listening to the thunderous cheers outside, the grayish-purple-haired old man reclining on the sofa gave a dissatisfied snort, clearly resentful.

"Mr. Zephyr, although you did not take part in the battle, the burden on your shoulders is no lighter than Mr. Karp's.

The young master entrusted the safety of the inner residence to you because he trusts in your strength, does he not?"

Hearing the complaint in the old man's tone, Vrom, who had been gone for a long time, smiled faintly.

Without drawing attention to it, he picked up the teacup before him and refilled it with barley tea, flattering the man with a single gesture and instantly soothing the former Marine Admiral's mood.

"Hmph, with so many people around Long Yi, you're the only one who knows how to talk."

Taking the barley tea, Zephyr smiled.

After taking a sip, he set down the cup and stared thoughtfully at Vrom, who was dressed in a suit.

"Mr. Zephyr, is there something improper about me?"

Seeing the other man staring at him, Vrom looked at the old man in confusion and bowed slightly.

"No. I was merely curious why the intelligence chief of P1 would resign to become someone's butler.

What I'm even more curious about is how that old Kong actually approved your request.

Heh heh, what a strange thing."

Long Yi had long since told Zephyr about Vrom's identity.

He knew that although the man before him resembled a gentlemanly head butler, he was, at his core, still a secret agent—a cold-blooded killer.

P1 was the most famous espionage organization besides P0, yet one of P1's chiefs could actually "resign"?

It was the first time Zephyr had heard of such a thing.

"Heh heh, so