The Father.
He was the first person to see through the "evil of the world," and this utopian world had come into being because of his ideals.
"It isn't easy to meet the Father."
Brandt led the way while Li Zu, his hands bound behind his back, followed him, looking around curiously.
"Mm, mm~" Li Zu nodded vaguely in response, though his attention was elsewhere. He had no awareness whatsoever that he was already a "prisoner."
Meeting the Father truly was no easy task. From the moment they entered, four clerics had been stationed there, and every corner they turned brought them face-to-face with a fully armed patrol squad.
With security this tight, merely walking through the place made its suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere palpable.
Now that Brandt had emotions, every step felt like walking on thin ice. He feared the clerics would discover that he was an Emotional Criminal. Even John Preston would not have been able to survive beneath such a dense array of gun barrels.
Sweat slid down Brandt's falsely smiling face, gathering at his chin before dripping off.
Li Zu, meanwhile, marched forward with his head held high in an absurd goose-step. He even passed Brandt and continued onward by himself.
Seeing this, Brandt could only quicken his pace to catch up.
Afterward, a few drops of sweat remained on the floor.
Li Zu walked forward with his head lowered. There were two people at the corner ahead, though they were merely dressed in white.
Shing, shing.
Two crisp blade-drawing sounds rang out. The blades rose past Li Zu's forehead as he leaned forward, their sharp edges cutting off a lock of his black hair.
"Achoo~" Li Zu rubbed his nose and shrank his neck back.
He swiftly hid behind Brandt.
"This citizen personally witnessed someone