Tap! Tap! Tap! The sound of footsteps echoed through the dark, narrow corridor, which was otherwise silent.

Klein kept his back straight as he kept up with the priest’s pace. He did not pose questions or chat idly with him, remaining silent like a windless body of water.

After passing through the heavily guarded passageway, the priest opened a secret door with a key and pointed down a stairwell made of stone. “Turn left at the intersection to reach Chanis Gate.”

“May Goddess bless you.” Klein gestured the sign of the crimson moon on his chest.

Commoners practiced etiquette, while the religious partook in ritual blessings.

“Praise the Lady.” The priest returned with the same gesture.

Klein did not speak further as he walked down the dark stone stairwell with the aid of the refined inlaid gas lamps on both sides of the wall.

Midway, he subconsciously turned back and saw the priest standing at the entrance. He was in the shadows and appeared like an immobile wax statue.

Klein looked away and continued to proceed down. It did not take long before he hit ground laid with ice-cold stone slabs. This led him to the intersection.

He did not turn towards Chanis Gate because Dunn Smith, who had recently finished his shift, was definitely not there.

He turned right and saw the familiar path. Klein went back up another flight of stairs and appeared inside Blackthorn Security Company.

Seeing doors that were tightly shut or half-closed, he did not rush into them. Instead, he went to the reception and saw a brown-haired girl focused on a magazine with a sweet smile.

“Hi, Rozanne.” Klein came to her side and deliberately rapped the table.

Knock! Rozanne stood up suddenly and knocked over a chair and said in a fluster, “Hi, nice weather today. Y-you, Klein, why are you here?”

She patted her chest and heaved a few sighs of relief. She was like a young lady afraid that her father had caught her skiving.

“I need to find Captain,” answered Klein simply.

“…You gave me a fright. I thought Captain came out.” Rozanne glared at Klein. “Don’t you know how to knock!? Hmph, you should be thankful that I’m a tolerant and kind woman. Well, I do prefer the term lady… Is there a reason why you are looking for Captain? He’s in the room opposite Mrs. Orianna.”

Even though he felt uptight, Klein was so amused by Rozanne he smiled. He pondered for a moment before saying, “A secret.”

“…” Rozanne’s eyes widened and while she reeled in her disbelief, Klein did a slight bow before bidding her farewell.

He went through the reception’s partition and knocked on the door of the first office on the right.

“Come in.” Dunn Smith’s deep and gentle voice sounded.

closing the door behind him.

a clothes stand to his side. He was dressed in a white shirt and black vest. Even though his

following me.” Klein honestly answered

Klein’s eyes. He did not follow up on the topic of being

“Yes.” Klein answered.

as he switched the subject back. “It might be that Welch’s father doesn’t believe

advanced coal and steel industries.

result of that notebook. Heh, we happened to be investigating where Welch received the

should I do?” Klein asked in a

he hoped that it

a mouthful, his eyes not showing the sliver of a ripple. “Return the way you came, then

Klein returned with a

with certainty. “Of course, do not scare them off or violate the

Klein took a deep breath and bade him farewell. He

from the gas lamps on the two walls, he arrived silently to the empty, dark,

making him sound more alone

forward and saw a shadow standing there—the middle-aged

not say a word when they met.

pure and bright, while the darkness and silence of

cane and newspaper as though

regained the familiar feeling of being

a question surfaced

him to continue monitoring me by pretending to pray? If he had not done something wrong, there would be no problem walking in with an open and aboveboard manner, right? Unless the person has some dark

Klein exhaled and no longer acted as nervous as he was previously. He took a casual stroll before going around and to the back of

address on the door was ‘3.’ Its name

range was opened to the public as a

being watched vanished instantly. He took

he was led underground to

the attendant simply. Next, he retrieved the revolver from his armpit holster and the box

over his procrastination. Therefore, he could not wait to

attendant left, he flicked open the cylinder and removed the silver demon hunting bullets. Following that, he filled the cylinder with normal

neither did he leave an empty spot to prevent misfiring, nor did he take off his formal attire and halved top hat. He planned on practicing in his usual getup. After all, it was impossible for him to shout “wait a minute, let me change into

cylinder and

gun in both hands, raised it up straight, and aimed at the target more

no hurry to shoot. Instead, he recalled his experience at military training 1 , how to form a line with

his aiming and his holding stance. He was as serious as a student taking a high-school

and sat down on a long, soft bench. He placed the revolver to the side, began massaging his arms, and rested for

minutes recalling his practice before he picked up the revolver with the wooden handle and bronze cylinder. He

trembled as his body moved back from the recoil. The bullet

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