At last, they’d managed to reach an agreement. With their minds made up, the two turned together when—
“W-wait a moment!”
It was Tak Jin, who had been watching their hushed argument from the side. His face was slick with sweat, and his fluster was obvious.
“What are you planning to do with that… F-first, shouldn’t we contact Lord Tribune—our allies—and then move? We don’t even know how to handle the Mad Ball…”
Sa Sejong looked at Tak Jin for a beat, then opened his mouth, his expression—as always—hard to read.
“If it’s how to use the Mad Ball, I know it.”
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“So don’t worry. Let’s go.”
The way to the sanctum was quiet.
Though they’d said security had been reinforced, once they went below ground only a minimum force remained.
Na Jo-yeon murmured:
“Did something happen outside?”
“Who knows. Whatever it is, it clearly works in our favor.”
Answering calmly, Sa Sejong caught a falling soldier and laid him on the ground.
Not suffocated, but he wouldn’t be getting up for a very long time.
If they were pressed by sheer numbers, it might be different, but a small force couldn’t stand against two…