"So, you're saying that while the agents were carrying out the assassination plan, you took advantage of the chaos to escape enemy custody?"
At the Allied Forces contact point an hour later, after listening to Mark, their representative, recount the group's escape, the deputy officer fell silent. However, he soon noticed something was wrong. "No, weren't you captured by the Demon King? How did you end up at the Imperial Grand Hotel, where John Maslow was? What exactly happened to you? Tell me the truth!"
The deputy officer stared sternly at Mark and the others, his eyes filled with suspicion.
At that moment, his instincts as a veteran agent warned him that there was something seriously wrong with these seven agents who had returned.
Even the failure of their assassination operation was most likely connected to these seven in some way.
Otherwise, how could that damned First Princess of the Empire have so coincidentally restrained their Crown Tier combatants, who should have been heading to the battlefield at the crucial moment?
He certainly did not believe the nonsense that no one had leaked information and that the Empire had learned of it through its intelligence department.
However, he lacked evidence, and four of the seven were nobles from their respective countries. Otherwise, he would have interrogated them under agent regulations long ago to test their loyalty.
"At first, we really were captured by a white-bearded old man. We didn't know he was the Demon King at the time. He directly sealed our magic and imprisoned us in a special space."
"But later, the Holy Radiance Sect seemed to have reached some sort of deal with him, and they brought us all back to Hagia Sophia Cathedral."
"To ensure we wouldn't think about escaping, those damned cultists even put anti-magic sets