"I've never wanted to kill anyone this badly, yet I can't kill you. You've won. I imagine you're the last surviving code-named agent of the Special Operations Department. Let me guess what you're called."
"Angel? Poet? Or Dusk?" Chen Si said, leaning close to Sakurai Rina.
Sakurai Rina shuddered. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I admire you people. For your people, for a country that has already been destroyed, you still keep stepping forward as others fall. Unfortunately, I also have people I must protect, so in the end, I'll wipe out every last one of you." Killing intent radiated from Chen Si.
"Chen Si! What are you doing?" Historia shouted as soon as she saw him approach Sakurai Rina.
At the same time, Historia ordered a squad of guards to escort Sakurai Rina away under protection, as though terrified that Chen Si would kill her to silence her.
Chen Si said nothing more.
Paradis Island, outside the Royal Capital, Zeke's residence.
Zeke sat on a bench, both hands trembling uncontrollably as he held a newspaper.
The Survey Corps had never published its casualty figures. After Chen Si stepped down, however, news of the Survey Corps' two hundred thousand dead and the millions killed or wounded on the Marley Continent reached Paradis Island through newspapers and media outlets from various countries.
"Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha! Ah!!! Chen Si!!!" Zeke clutched his head and laughed wildly. Arcs of electricity flashed across his cheeks as his crushing anguish pushed him into a breakdown.
"Beep, beep, beep!"
"Zeke! What are you hollering about? Do you still want today's paper or not?" shouted the old man who delivered Zeke's newspaper every day.
Thud! A rolled-up newspaper struck Zeke's doorstep.
The impatient old man pedaled away quickly, humming a tune. He loved riding this