Neo was still savoring the feeling of driving his sword through the minister's chest. It felt like sitting on a balcony on a late autumn evening, scooping up a spoonful of creamy ice cream and putting it in his mouth;
then came a perfectly measured shiver through his body and a faint, dizzying ache in his head, weaving together notes that could make his soul dance.
He loved this feeling. It wasn't spicy, but it was still satisfying.
After all, the man he had killed was a minister of the Whip of Order, and the finest ingredients needed no elaborate cooking to bring out their delicious flavor.
The three people arriving in the VIP Carriage happened to witness the scene.
Kallen didn't even need to look closely. Even with that mask on, he recognized the man immediately.
Kallen had never believed the saying, "I'd recognize you even if you were burned to ashes." But now he felt that even if Neo were reduced to ashes, his hip bones would still go "gagagaga" when Kallen came to collect his remains.
That sword strike had pierced straight through the back of the carriage and carved a molten trench into the road behind it. What he was doing was perfectly clear.
"Philomina, put a used cup and a half-eaten piece of bread on the seat beside you.
"Also,
"the director is sitting in our carriage right now. He arrived at the scene with us. Got that?"
"Got it, Captain," Muli immediately replied.
Philomina froze for a moment, but quickly said, "Got it."
Muli was absolutely reliable. Philomina was actually very reliable too. Others saw her as aloof and cold, but to Kallen, this girl was really quite straightforward. At least until her grandmother's funeral was held, she could be trusted.
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