An hour before John left the interrogation room, at one in the morning, in the Cabinet's Prime Minister's Office.
Click!
The slightly chilly autumn rain struck the windows, producing a steady patter.
The cold of the early autumn night seeped into the room through the slightly open window, but as it reached the two figures seated across from each other on the sofa, it was forced to dissipate beneath the heavy, oppressive Aura surrounding them.
"...Wolf, this farce should end."
After a long silence, Dries Ostan, dressed in casual clothes and seated on the left, stared at the old friend before him—who was also his political enemy—and slowly spoke.
His voice was calm, yet the authority contained within it was difficult to resist.
"You and I both know very well that forcibly detaining John Maslow will bring no benefit to the Empire beyond enraging His Majesty William and further damaging the Empire's credibility, won't it?"
"It is merely a routine interrogation based on the contents of a report. The Prosecutor's Office is acting according to established procedures. I see nothing improper about it."
Wolf leisurely took a sip of the black tea in his cup and replied calmly.
His hawk-like eyes scrutinized the healthy-looking Ostan before him.
Under his Primordial Magic Eye, neither the exhaustion revealed by the other man's magic power, nor his faint breathing, nor the foul filth accumulated in his lungs could escape his sight.
Everything was laid bare before his eyes.
And the information exposed by his opponent pointed to a single fact.
That was, Dries Ostan—the Imperial Navy's Grand Marshal, who had established the Empire's formidable prestige at sea decades ago, whom countless people called the Sea Dragon Duke, and who bore the Crown Tier title Wind of Extinction—
Would soon step into eternal death.