It Wasn't a Coincidence

Chapter 135

My vision swam.

A covert family that handled the Imperial Family's military logistics.

And the insane terrorist organization I'd only read about in passing in the original novel, the 'Red Moon Liberation Front.'

As these two keywords became linked in my mind, I lost all desire to keep up the act of being a proper young man.

'Fuck it. I don't know.'

Last time, I had pretended to be sane and proper to escape this old man trying to forcibly reprogram me with military nonsense, afraid he'd mistake me for an airheaded noble brat and ship me off to the northern front.

But even pretending to be sane only got me relentlessly badgered and forcibly fed classified information like this.

If I put on any more airs of propriety here, all I'd get in return would be some crazy old geezer's insane quest to force me into the military, saying, 'I knew it—you were born to be a soldier!'

I sank deep into the sofa and crossed my legs...