Sam Murray could only stare at a plane landing on the runway with a stiff expression.0

‘Is that the plane?’0

It had to be. Sam Murray's side had already confirmed that the plane carrying the guests would land on that particular runway, after all!0

‘Knight Wiggins…! No, hang on.’0

That man was no longer a Knight of the Round Table. In that case, how should he be referred to as? Mister Wiggins?0

Sam Murray grinned wryly when that thought popped up in his head.0

Who cared about his title? It was a bit troublesome to find other ways to refer to a man who had left behind his Knight title, yes. However, was it as troublesome as the situation Sam Murray and his comrades were in? Of course not!0

‘To think we'd join forces with Wiggins…’0

How did things get this twisted? Sam Murray couldn’t tell for sure.0

Wiggins was a traitor to the Round Table. The mere idea of contacting him would’ve been forbidden if this was any other time. After all, the Round Table would never forgive a traitor. This was one of the organization’s basic rules.0

Sam Murray might not be an official Round Table agent, but his actions and attitude were still informed by the organization's creed. But now, not only did he have to get in bed with a traitor, he even had to facilitate their covert exit from the heavily monitored airport, too! What an irony to end all irony this was!0

Unfortunately, Sam...0