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"Maybe I forgot to mention my other profession."
Morin took out a prepared cross-shaped badge and placed it on the table.
"Besides being a killer, I'm also a Templar."
"..." Anderson fell silent.
For a moment, Morin thought Anderson actually knew about the Templars.
Then Anderson's expression shifted into sudden understanding.
"The Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon?"
"No." Morin slapped his forehead. "Not that one."
"Then what is it?" Anderson visibly relaxed.
The word Templar sounded upright enough.
And as long as Morin wasn't here to kill him, the situation wasn't too bad.
"The Templars are the sworn enemies of assassins," Morin said.
He briefly explained the origins of the Templar Order and the Fraternity of Assassins.
The war between them.
How the Fraternity won.
And how it later split into what now existed as the High Table and the Fraternity of Assassins.
"So," Anderson said slowly, digesting everything, "you're a Templar who hid his identity, infiltrated the Continental Hotel, and became an assassin..."
"All to take down the High Table and the Fraternity of Assassins?"
He summarized it cleanly.
Then his interest ignited instantly.
"How many of you are there?"
"With our support, what are your chances of success?"
Anderson already understood why Morin had come.
Wasn't it obvious?
He was here to seek cooperation.
If the Templars were truly a force capable of standing against the High Table-
"I, Anderson, am investing in this project!"
Not only would he personally support it.
He would rally other states.
He would even coordinate with the Department of Defense and reach out to other countries.
As a governor, how could Anderson not understand the threat posed by the High Table?
But who didn't value their own life?
Or rather-
Was it realistic to expect everyone to unite and sacrifice themselves in a short time to eliminate the Continental Hotel?
Of course not.
Fearless individuals existed.
But a situation where everyone was fearless?
That was rare.
Especially in a country built on "freedom."
In reality, proposals to eliminate the High Table had surfaced before.
But there were always dissenters.
And the moment such a proposal appeared, its proposer-no matter how tight their security-would inevitably die in an "accident."
Protecting one person was possible.
Protecting everyone at the same time?
That was another matter entirely.
It wasn't impossible.
But it required immense resources and time.
Enough time for the High Table's intelligence network to react.
To carry out decapitation strikes.
Or threaten massive retaliation.
Unless Congress could unanimously act in the very first moment.
Propose.
Pass.
Execute.
Immediately.
And completely ignore the massive civilian casualties that would result from the High Table's desperate counterattack.
In the United States-
Winning the lottery was more likely.
That was why the matter had been delayed for so long.
But now-
If a force truly existed that could rival the High Table.
Even if it was only slightly weaker.
As long as it was willing to stand on the front line-
The United States would absolutely provide covert assistance.
At least at the beginning.
When the Templars proved their strength.
When they forced the High Table into a stalemate.
Or even just made them difficult to deal with-
That would be the moment for total war.
Of course, Anderson wouldn't say any of this yet.
He wasn't certain Morin was telling the truth.
Morin raised his right hand, palm open, toward Anderson.
"Fifty percent?" Anderson's eyes lit up.
Just as he was about to ask about the Templars' strength-
Morin spoke.
"Five people."
"..."
The room fell into an awkward silence.
"Five people?" Anderson stared. "Did I hear that right?"
"Five people," Morin repeated seriously.
"Are you joking?" Anderson asked.
"Do I look insane?" Morin replied.
Anderson didn't answer.
His gaze said everything.
Not only do I think you're insane, I think you're a dangerous insane person.
Otherwise, there was no way Morin could have broken in here.
"If I explain the rest now, you'll just think it's nonsense," Morin said calmly.
"And that's fine."
"If you believed me immediately, that would be strange."
"So I'll show you results first."
"Results that prove our strength."
"Do you know where the Fraternity of Assassins' headquarters is?"
"I do," Anderson replied.
"That's enough," Morin said.
"Pay attention to what happens there."
"I'll come back to see you soon."
He smiled faintly.
"You're a smart man, Mr. Anderson."
"So you wouldn't report me or try to arrest me, right?"
"No," Anderson said without hesitation.
"I thought so."
The moment Morin finished speaking-
He vanished.
Anderson froze.
It took him two full seconds to react.
A living person had disappeared right in front of him.
He looked around the room.
Only then did he notice the study door standing open.
If the curtains hadn't been drawn.
If the windows hadn't been shut.
If Morin hadn't left that cross behind-
Anderson might have believed the entire conversation was an illusion.
"Sir?" A bodyguard outside noticed something wrong and rushed to the door.
"...It's nothing," Anderson said.
He picked up the cross from the desk and waved the guard away.
After what he had just witnessed, Anderson knew one thing clearly.
His bodyguards weren't at fault.
Could a human even do something like that?
For the first time-
Anderson felt genuine confidence in Morin.
So he decided to wait.
To observe.
Morin left without looking back.
He was confident Anderson wouldn't betray him.
Not after witnessing him disappear into thin air.
Of course-
That "disappearance" was simply Morin entering stealth mode and leaving while Anderson blinked.
Even without stealth, Morin could've escaped the same way.
But that would've caused a bigger disturbance.
In stealth mode-
He didn't make a sound.
Didn't even create a gust of wind.
As for how it worked-
Magic.
It was normal for magic to have special effects.
Very scientific.