Heresy [2]

"Tell me. Who are they?"

Carl asked, hot as fire, cold as ice. At that moment, the eyes of the intelligence agent who had been shaking suddenly stopped and looked straight at Carl.

A calmness came over the face that had been weighed down by fear and oppression.

Nothing more could be found in those excited eyes. He was never able to rebuild his original self.

There was no longer any trace of the man who had been working as an agent for the Empire's intelligence agency. Someone looking at Carl from afar smiled. The moment his lips twitched.

Shh.

Boom.

Roll… .

In the blink of an eye, the blade swung and took off the neck of the intelligence agent. The head rolling on the floor, still smiling, was stained red from the spurted blood.

"Check it out."

"Yes."

Looking at the corpse that had collapsed and was spewing blood, Carl wiped the blade of the spear with a sunken face.

"How did this happen?"