Inside the Blackthorn Security Company.
Klein sat all alone behind the Chanis Gate.
Old Neil had been taken away by people from the Holy Cathedral that morning for questioning.
To be honest, he had been badly startled when they arrived, but fortunately, they had only taken Old Neil away and paid no attention to an "uninvolved party" like him.
All his teammates, including Old Neil, had tacitly agreed not to say anything about him.
"Klein, thanks for taking this on. Starting today, you'll be guarding the Chanis Gate." Frye's words echoed in his ears, and Klein could not help smiling bitterly.
"Sigh!"
He knew this was a form of confinement in disguise, but he also understood that it showed his teammates' trust in him.
They did not want him to come directly to the higher-ups' attention.
In fact, he had considered running away. His circumstances were so unusual that, if the truth really came out, indefinite confinement might be the best fate he could hope for.
Looking at it that way, fleeing outright did not seem entirely unacceptable.
But reason had stopped him from doing so, even leaving aside whether he could escape successfully.
For now, at least, his teammates still believed in him, and his situation had not been reported up the chain. If he ran away, however, it would be as good as confirming that he really was a follower of an evil god.
That would not only cause trouble for everyone in the Nighthawks team.
Even Benson and Melissa might be implicated.
In fact, assigning Klein to guard the Chanis Gate had itself been a decision his teammates reached together.
After that night, Frye and Leonard had discussed the matter and ultimately decided to talk over Klein's situation with the others.
They had privately gathered all the