The Infiltrator

Blackenlock.

On the pristine island clouds, a bald, middle-aged man with wings on his back and a large red beard faced off against a woman with long, voluminous orange curls, a radiant face, and a voluptuous figure.

Around them, a dozen or so natives lay scattered across the ground. Angel soldiers stood grimly at the edge of the battlefield, supporting their comrades. Many of them had been seriously wounded in the earlier fight.

They watched the Blackenlock leader warily—the red-bearded middle-aged man.

"Miss Nami! Do we really not need to call for reinforcements? This guy is probably not a local!" the angel soldiers warned the woman with the curly hair.

"Ah, I can handle him."

Nami hefted her weapon—a broad-bladed battle axe somewhat oversized for her—and pointed it at the red-bearded middle-aged man.

"What you used just now was the Six Powers, wasn't it? Skypieans can't possibly know that! Tell me honestly, who are you?"

The red-bearded man's expression darkened as his clouded eyes swept over the angel soldiers around him.

Damn it—of all times to be exposed—

Just as Nami had guessed, the red-bearded man truly was not a Blackenlock native. He had been lurking in Blackenlock for decades, even rising to the position of leader, yet the person his superiors had ordered him to find still remained nowhere in sight.

He had never expected foreign enemies to invade now!

His battle with these Skypieans of unknown origin had left the red-bearded man unable to hide his strength any longer. He could not simply surrender without resistance.

"Since you know what kind of colossal force stands behind me, I advise you to run while you can. I can pretend none of this ever happened—"

Now that his identity had been exposed, the red-bearded man simply threw caution to the