Blood poured out of Drew’s neck and soaked the ground, as if his greed was dripping out of his heart. The robed man wiped the blood away from his sword and placed it back into its sheath again.

‘The plan is ruined.’

He glanced at Drew’s corpse. A look of annoyance flashed across his eyes, but the man’s personal mission superseded his emotions.

‘Do I have to move onto the next plan? No, this situation means that all possible routes have changed. Even if I don’t use Drew, there’s a high chance that the plan will fail.’

In a way, he already knew the answer.

‘It can’t be helped. I have to force out the result.’

It wasn’t what his master wanted, but it was the only way to obtain a similar result.

‘I need to supplement some more personnel. I thought it would be fine by myself, but it seems like I’ll have to resort to the last measure.’

This hurt the man’s pride. The importance and level of difficulty of this place and mission were on the low side. That was why he was the only one who had been placed...