It was relatively recent that Seongjin learned about the existence of the “workshop.”
However, going back in time, while he was struggling against the Lycansloup army in Sigurd Territory, there was an informant who had already inspected the place and reported to the Holy Emperor.
Enrique, also known as Number 21.
As the Holy Emperor’s direct informant, he had once been ordered to check the empty farmhouses on the outskirts of the imperial capital.
That was all the order entailed. With no further instructions, the purpose remained unclear.
Number 21 left the imperial palace with a reluctant expression. Though he had served the Holy Emperor for several years, there were times, like now, when he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing.
‘What exactly does that man want me to do? Can’t he just speak clearly for once!’
He had always thought the Holy Emperor was taciturn, but lately, it was even harder to guess his intentions as he grew increasingly sparing with words.
But what could he do? When the master commanded, he had to at least make an effort to obey.
With a deep sigh, Number 21 began casually wandering the outskirts, inspecting the farmhouses.
‘Hmm?’
Before long, Number 21 discovered a truly suspicious…