"Besides being a spy, he might be a traitor."
Annan puffed out his chest. "The Judgment Hall persecutes loyal subjects while corrupt officials draw their salaries. I love the Empire, but does the Empire love me? Why should I stay loyal to an Empire like that? I can show you the way, and I can help when you break them out!"
"Break them out?" Baron Kelly stared at him.
"Aren't you going to attack the Judgment Hall? I can help!"
"Who said we were attacking the Judgment Hall..."
"Your subordinate did."
Baron Kelly could no longer remain calm. He turned a cold gaze on the man in Leather Armor.
"Thunderfang, did you say that?"
"Did... did I?"
Thunderfang couldn't quite remember. He seemed to have been talking nonsense with his companions when this man had struck up a conversation. A few words later, the man had said they were attacking the Judgment Hall, patted him on the shoulder, and somehow ended up being brought to the boss...
He didn't know when the secret had leaked, but they had to get rid of everyone who knew, and quickly. It looked as though Greenfield Town was no longer of any use.
As for this young man who claimed to be Albeck's nephew... his arrival was a little too convenient, but he could still be useful.
If nothing else, they could use him to bargain with the Gray Mist.
"I know Blackwatch's secrets, and I know about the Judgment Hall's scandals... Oh, and I can persuade my uncle, Albeck."
Annan had more or less worked out why the Judgment Hall had thrown him in here. They wanted him to gather the Chaos Cult in one place so they could catch them all at once, right?
He wasn't afraid of the Judgment Hall making