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The next day.
9:55 a.m.
Outside the Pentagon.
The atmosphere was unusual.
The Pentagon-an institution no less important or secretive than the White House-was always heavily guarded. But at this moment, the level of security was comparable to a state of war.
All units were on high alert.
They were waiting for the arrival of a single person.
According to orders from above.
Most of the personnel on duty found it completely unbelievable.
This was the Pentagon.
A military fortress.
Who would believe that one person could approach it without clearance, credentials, or identification?
"9:55 a.m."
In the top-floor conference room, Camilles glanced at the wall clock and turned to Anderson.
"Are you certain he can get here without any authorization?"
"I'm not certain," Anderson replied with a helpless smile.
"But at my private villa, he really could come and go without leaving a trace."
"Even after I installed infrared surveillance, there were no alarms."
"I don't think getting here will be a problem."
"I'm very curious," Camilles said, nodding.
"Was what happened last night real?"
"Yes," Anderson said.
"I specifically ordered the National Guard to cordon off the area and only allowed High Table personnel to enter or leave."
"After evacuating civilians, the High Table forces were completely wiped out."
"They sent nearly five hundred people."
"How is that possible?" Camilles frowned.
"Five hundred people-with High Table equipment?"
"It's said..." Anderson hesitated.
"Someone witnessed lightning striking down High Table members."
"Lightning?"
"Yes. We don't know what it really was. Possibly a new type of weapon."
"Is it over now?"
"Yes," Anderson nodded.
"According to the agreement, fighting isn't allowed during the day."
"And since the battle was extremely one-sided, cleanup wasn't difficult."
As they spoke, five minutes passed.
Not long.
Not short.
The clock struck exactly 10:00 a.m.
"..."
Camilles looked at Anderson.
The meaning was obvious.
"This shouldn't-" Anderson frowned.
"I said ten a.m. sharp."
A voice suddenly appeared behind them.
"The Pentagon. Just me."
The air rippled.
Morin's figure fully materialized out of thin air.
The guards reacted instantly.
Weapons raised.
Fingers tightening on triggers.
"Don't shoot."
Camilles spoke quickly, shock flashing across his face before being suppressed. He waved his hand, stopping them.
"You're Morin?"
"The one and only," Morin said, shrugging as he casually took a seat.
"Mr. Anderson should recognize me."
"He's the one I told you about," Anderson said quietly.
"How did you get in?" Camilles asked.
He didn't show much vigilance.
Instead, he sat back down, eyes filled with curiosity.
At his level, a slow mind didn't survive.
Camilles understood one thing very clearly.
If Morin had intended to harm him, he would already be dead.
Someone who could bypass every layer of security, reach the top-floor conference room, and appear directly behind him-
Couldn't he have just pulled the trigger?
A person like this-
At least for now, when Camilles had no way to restrain him-
Could only be courted.
Camilles just hoped Morin's demands were as reasonable as Anderson claimed.
Of course, probing was still necessary.
If he could understand how Morin appeared here, countermeasures could be considered later.
"The Templar Knights walk in the light," Morin said solemnly.
"The light protects me."
He spoke with a pious expression.
Complete nonsense.
The truth was simple.
Advanced Stealth.
After leveling up twice, Morin's Advanced Stealth had evolved from turning into a shadow to full invisibility, with limited shape-shifting capability.
Mana consumption was significantly higher.
But his Knight Bloodline provided a massive boost.
Shorter duration.
Much higher efficiency.
Still...
Something felt slightly off.
"...Does such power truly exist?" Camilles asked seriously.
He didn't believe Morin entered through conventional means.
He had just watched the man appear out of nowhere.
"Very few people possess this ability," Morin replied calmly.
"I am one of them."
"Don't worry, Secretary Camilles."
"My goal has never been power."
"I only want to restore order to this world."
"...Alright," Camilles said after a pause.
"What do you want?"
"First," Morin said, "just like last night."
"Don't interfere with us."
"And you don't need to interfere with them either."
"Just give us a perfect battlefield."
"Until the High Table is eliminated, the Templar Knights must receive equal-or better-treatment."
"Second," Morin continued, reaching the core issue,
"I want the right to live broadcast."
"To everyone."
"That..." Camilles frowned.
"Information channels matter," Morin said.
"The Templar Knights have never sought to control the underworld."
"We exist to maintain order."
"So society needs to know."
"I can't believe that statement," Camilles said firmly.
"What if you use it to-"
"Could things really get worse?"
Morin cut him off, not even giving him the courtesy of saving face.
"You've already lost credibility."
"The government. The nation. The law."
"Do you really think the people are unaware of your neglect and indulgence?"
"Or are you just pretending they don't know?"
"I know you can't intervene directly."
"And I don't need you to."
"I just want to give the people you abandoned-ordinary people-a chance."
"It's time for their hatred to have an outlet."
"And don't insult me by saying the High Table might retaliate against you."
"That would be pathetic."
"It's just a live broadcast."
"You need to show your stance."
"And you need to pay a price."
"If you can't agree to these two demands," Morin said calmly,
"then this conversation ends here."
Silence filled the room.
Morin watched Camilles quietly.
"...I have to admit," Camilles finally said,
"your words are unpleasant."
"But they're accurate."
"I've wanted to change the situation for a long time."
"But I've always been restrained by countless factors."
"And after seeing your methods-and your results-"
"I genuinely see a chance."
Camilles removed his hat and scratched his graying hair.
"When you get older, you worry more."
He gave a dry chuckle.
"You're right."
"If you're unwilling to pay any price, whatever you gain won't be worth enjoying."
He straightened.
"I, Secretary of Defense Camilles Gibbs-"
"Agree to official collaboration with you."
"Morin."
"Of the Templar Knights."