As for Angers's concerns, Amon chose another way to reassure the principal so far away at the college. "Oh, Principal, just as the Vice Principal said, you needn't worry about that at all. If some fool tries to lift the lid off the pot and expose everything—we'll handle him very properly. For example, arrange a plane crash for him.
"We guarantee it'll be clean and efficient. The college's good name won't suffer in the slightest, nor will even a shred of the secret be leaked."
Amon said it as though it were only natural, even with the sincerity of someone "sharing the organization's burdens."
Angers was nearly choked by his thoughtfulness. After two seconds of silence, he spoke with deliberate detachment. "Stop. Specialist He, there is no need to report such operational details to me so thoroughly."
As for the vast, dark chain of interests behind it all, Angers had no particularly good solution. He could only bury his head in the sand—or rather, perhaps he simply did not care at all—
He was merely an ordinary old man over a hundred and thirty years old. In his twilight years, he only wanted to quietly slay dragons, not get involved in so many messy affairs.
Angers remained silent for even longer, seemingly trying hard to digest the headache-inducing fact that Kassel College was suspected of participating in special military funding operations.
After a long while, he forcibly pulled his somewhat wandering thoughts back on track. His voice regained its usual calm as he returned the conversation to serious business. "Specialist He, you just mentioned that the United States political circles suspect Japan of researching biological weapons, and that you led the US Military in searching the headquarters of the Eight Clans of the Serpent. Does that mean you suspect the