Respond to Violence with Violence

Fifteen days later.

As usual, I reported for work at the headquarters office, sat down in my chair, and looked over at Lucy.

As Lucy reviewed documents with her head bowed, her silver-white hair fell softly forward.

With a practiced motion, Lucy tucked the fallen strands behind her ear and returned to her work.

The intense concentration she displayed while handling her duties made her an outstanding adjutant.

If Lucy had been an ordinary adjutant, I would have praised her frequently.

‘But she’s a spy.’

Lucy, a person who might assassinate me at any moment, was right before my eyes.

That was why I had spent a long time thinking it over.

Specifically, whether to report the research journal that had come out of the raid on the Kingdom’s laboratory to my superiors...