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.

opened before closing the door behind him. He

side. He was dressed in a white

following me.” Klein

deep gray eyes silently looked at Klein’s eyes. He did not follow up on the topic of being followed

“Yes.” Klein answered.

Welch’s father doesn’t believe the cause of death that we

Constant City was also known as Wind City. It was a region with extremely advanced coal and steel industries. It was one of the top

be a result of that notebook. Heh, we happened to be investigating where Welch received the Antigonus family’s notebook. Of course, we can’t eliminate other people or organizations that might be seeking out

Klein asked

that

raised his coffee mug and took a mouthful, his eyes not showing the sliver of a ripple. “Return the

returned with

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

deep breath and bade him farewell. He left the

and bathed in the light from the gas lamps on the two walls, he arrived silently to the empty, dark,

sound of his footsteps echoed, making

arrived at the stairwell. He went forward and saw

two did not say a word when they met. The priest

to the prayer hall. The circular holes behind the arched altar were still as pure and bright, while the darkness and silence of the building’s interior remained. There were still men and women lining outside the confessional, but much fewer than

moment, Klein slowly left the prayer hall with his cane and newspaper

walked out, he saw the burning sun. He immediately regained the familiar feeling of

question surfaced in

conceal my temporary disappearance, would it be hard for him to continue monitoring me by pretending to pray? If he had not done something

is very slim… Klein exhaled and no longer acted as

an ancient-styled building with mottled walls. The address on the door was ‘3.’ Its name was the Zouteland Shooting

range was opened to the public as a way to earn some

instantly. He took this opportunity to hand over his Special Operations Department badge to the

was led underground to a small, confined

Next, he retrieved the revolver from his armpit holster and the box of brass bullets from his

being suddenly targeted made his desire to protect himself win over his procrastination. Therefore, he could not wait to come over to practice his

the silver demon hunting bullets. Following that, he filled the

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

and rolled it

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

was in no hurry to shoot. Instead, he recalled his experience at military training 1

aiming and his holding stance.

the wall and sat down on a long, soft bench. He placed the revolver to the

minutes recalling his practice before he picked up the revolver with the

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

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