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.

door and opened before closing the door behind him. He took off his

can I help you?” Dunn’s black windbreaker and hat were hanging on a clothes stand to his side. He was dressed in a white shirt and black vest. Even though his hairline was

following me.” Klein honestly

and clasped his hands together. His deep gray eyes silently looked at Klein’s eyes. He did not follow

“Yes.” Klein answered.

not comment on its merits or demerits as he switched the subject back. “It might be that Welch’s father doesn’t believe the cause of death that we reported and had hired a

was a region with extremely advanced coal and steel industries. It was one of the

result of that notebook. Heh, we happened to be

I do?” Klein asked in

that it was the

took a mouthful, his eyes not

returned with a

do not

breath and bade him farewell. He left the room

the intersection, and bathed in the light from the gas lamps on the two walls, he arrived

of his footsteps echoed, making him sound more alone

forward and saw a shadow standing there—the

they met. The

the darkness and silence of the building’s interior remained. There were still men and women lining outside the confessional,

left the prayer hall with his cane and newspaper as

the familiar feeling of being observed. He felt like he was prey being eyed by a

a question surfaced in

had not done something wrong, there would be no problem walking in with an open

longer acted as nervous as he was previously. He took a casual stroll before going around and to the back of

an ancient-styled building with mottled walls. The address on the door was

police department’s underground shooting range was opened to the

went in and the feeling of being watched vanished instantly. He took this opportunity to hand

verification, he was led underground to

the revolver from his armpit holster

to protect himself win over his procrastination. Therefore, he

the attendant left, he flicked open the cylinder and removed the silver demon

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

closed the cylinder and rolled it with

it up straight, and aimed at the target

recalled his experience at military training 1 , how to

Rustle! While his clothes rustled, Klein repeated his aiming and his holding stance. He was as serious as a student taking

a long, soft bench. He placed the revolver to the side, began massaging

picked up the revolver with the wooden handle and bronze cylinder. He got

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

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