Branch Leader Justin clung to Number 21 persistently until the very end.
“Even if a hundred guys like you attacked at once, Bart wouldn’t even blink! So just relax and leave the guy completely to the Asein branch!”
Of course, Number 21 scoffed inwardly.
How could that possibly be true? He was one of the more outstanding members of [Oberon’s Hand], and among his training cohort, he was the only one who had received a ‘number.’
Not that he looked down on the Holy Emperor, but the limitations of the homunculus’s body were all too obvious.
It was excessively light and so pitifully fragile that it was almost pathetic. As a result, to land a proper blow, one had to spin it around several times just to generate a decent impact.
Even then, if the opponent ended up bruised, the one who struck would wind up with a cracked bone. At this point, even relying on divine power had its limits.
‘Above all, the senses are severely dulled. If I deliberately hide, often he can’t even detect me when I get close.’
Thus, Number 21 was convinced. For the Holy Emperor in the homunculus, his presence was absolutely necessary. There was no room for doubt.
Nevertheless, the reason Number 21 had recently been feeling powerless was something else entirely.
The one who posed the greatest threat to the Holy Emperor in the homunculus was none other than his own son, someone Number 21 could never lay a hand on.
Initially, Kaien attacked the…