Chapter 31: Anger
On that day, Former Duke Bernard’s secret base in the 19th district of the royal capital was in chaos.
An attack on surrounding bases.
All the information gathered was dubious.
[The culprit is a drug cartel from another country.]
[The upper echelons of the kingdom are pulling the strings behind the scenes.]
[There is a traitor who is actually facilitating it from within.]
Hugo, the head of the base responsible for controlling drug trafficking in the surrounding area, was scrutinizing the information.
Something red and black was on both of his hands.
Beside him, a low-level drug dealer was covered in blood and convulsing.
“Don’t make a fuss. This base is different from others. No matter who comes, they won’t be able to do anything.”
With abundant equipment and illegal weapons, his base was known to have the most military power among all the bases in the kingdom.
Even the elite of the Royal Knights would not be able to break through without internal information and a thorough security system.
With each base being attacked, their vigilance had been raised even higher.
(The problem is what kind of organization the enemy is.)
Hugo glared at his notes.
Silence fell in the room.
It was as quiet as if it had sunk to the bottom of the deep sea.
The dust floating in the light of the lighting was reflecting.
The first anomaly was a small vibration that shook the building.
A vibration so small that one wouldn’t notice if they were standing up.
However, the surface of the water in a glass placed on the table was definitely shaking.
Hugo had felt a slight discomfort from that vibration.
He felt like there was something abnormal about it.
That was when communication came in from the magic communication device held by the lookout outside.
“Attack! Something. . .! There’s something here!”
The communication was cut off there.
“What was there? Answer me.”
There was no response to the question.
All that could be heard was a scraping noise.
The sound of distant rumbling.
A vibration filled with something ominous was slowly approaching.
[It’s not good! I can’t stop it!]
“Ahhhh————!”
Urgent voices and noise.
The interrupted communication never reconnected.
(What the. . .What’s going on. . .?)
Confusion.
The next moment, he was hit by a chill that felt like liquid nitrogen was being poured into his spine.
His thoughts turned completely white.
His throat was parched.
(What is this abnormal magical pressure. . .?!)
He couldn’t stand up.
The two executives in the same room were also trembling, unable to wipe away their drool under the magical pressure.
(What is . . . What the hell is in there?)
A feeling of fear that he had never experienced in his life.
Something beyond the ordinary world he knew was there.
Eventually, the door opened quietly.
“Good day. Impressive. Enduring without fainting.”
Appearing before him was a masked woman wrapped in a robe.
She approached Hugo with calm movements, as if taking a morning walk.
“If you don’t want to die, answer me. Where is the dog that hurt my precious person?”
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