This is definitely wrong somehow.
Even as he muffled his footsteps and approached the assassins, Agent 21’s mind was fiercely continuing its agony.
‘It’s not too late yet, I must stop Prince Morres even now…’
‘But he hasn’t even pretended to listen to me so far, has he? I should have reported to His Majesty alone after all…’
‘No, this matter has already far exceeded my discretion. Then, at the very least, even if things go wrong, I must do my best by the prince’s side…’
Then, Agent 21 realized that he had naturally handed over the initiative of the operation to Prince Morres before he knew it, and he was newly flustered.
“……”
Ah, yes. Originally, this shouldn’t have happened.
Even if he had shown genius achievements in some skills, they couldn’t replace the prince’s lack of experience. Now that it had come to this, he, who had received formal training, should take the lead from now on—
‘Over there.’
Rustle.
But even amidst the complexity in his mind, Agent 21’s feet were steadily moving to another cover following the prince’s gesture.
‘Stop for a moment.’
‘……’
While diligently following behind Prince Morres like that, Agent 21 was gradually realizing the true nature of the strange sense of déjà vu he had been feeling since earlier.
Wasn’t this similar to the familiarity he felt…