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Of course, Gaius knew who Morin was.
After all, Morin was the founder of the Templar Knights-the organization bold enough to openly challenge the High Table.
Morin's profile had reached people like Gaius almost immediately.
Not to mention the 2.2-billion-dollar contract that had appeared just days ago, which everyone was still talking about.
Gaius knew all of this.
He had taken precautions.
He had arranged defenses.
But he never imagined Morin could disguise himself so perfectly-so completely-that he could become someone else.
Nor did he imagine Morin would be this bold.
Impersonating a High Table Adjudicator.
Using that transcendent status to bypass every layer of defense.
Walking straight in to see him.
Gaius knew the truth would be exposed soon.
The fake Adjudicator would be discovered.
But that no longer mattered.
Because Morin was already standing in front of him.
So what if they found out?
What good would that do now?
Regret surged in Gaius's chest.
Why had he been so arrogant?
Why had he dismissed the receptionist and closed the door?
If the door were open, he could have shouted.
But now-
The meeting room was sealed.
And Gaius knew exactly how good the soundproofing was.
Even if a gun went off inside, no one outside would hear it.
With a single decision, he had cornered himself.
"It seems, Mr. Gaius, that you know who I am," Morin said.
The mask was gone.
Morin no longer needed the cold, emotionless expression.
A familiar, light smile rested on his face-almost cheerful.
At a moment like this, that smile was far more terrifying.
It carried calm.
Confidence.
A complete lack of concern for what was about to happen.
Compared to that smile, Gaius's expression was indescribable.
Mostly despair.
Mixed with a forced, ingratiating grin.
Almost comical.
"I... I know," Gaius stammered.
"You're the famous Templar Knight. Mr. Morin. Right?"
"You guessed correctly," Morin replied, resting his hands casually on the table.
"I am indeed the Templar Knight, Morin."
"Then I assume you also know why I'm here."
Gaius swallowed.
"Mr... Mr. Morin. Could you listen to me for a few minutes?"
"Of course," Morin nodded.
"I enjoy listening."
"But don't get your hopes up."
"The news that I'm a fake Adjudicator will reach the High Table soon."
"They'll send armed personnel."
"Believe me. Whether I live or die is uncertain."
"But one thing is certain."
"You will die."
"...That's exactly what I was going to say," Gaius said hoarsely.
"The High Table will act soon."
"Compared to you, my value is insignificant."
"They won't hesitate."
"They'll flatten this place."
"Even if they kill me, you won't escape!"
"You're right," Morin said lightly.
He was completely unfazed.
"So-" Gaius's eye twitched.
Inside, curses exploded.
Then why the hell don't you just leave?
Why are you dragging me into this?!
"I can guess what you're thinking," Morin said calmly.
"You think I've gone mad and want to die together with you."
"You're wrong."
"Even if I kill you, I can still leave safely."
As he spoke, Morin's body began to fade.
Bit by bit.
Until he vanished completely.
"If you don't believe me..."
His next words came from behind Gaius.
Gaius spun around.
Morin was back where he'd been earlier, hands behind his back, calmly examining the artifacts on the wall.
"That should convince you."
Gaius's eyes widened.
Despair crashed over him.
He didn't think about how Morin did it.
Only about one thing.
Morin was telling the truth.
He could disappear.
He could move freely.
With that ability, Morin could kill him-
And leave.
But as despair peaked, something else followed.
Calm.
An unnatural calm.
Gaius thought carefully.
And realized something.
"...You could have killed me already," Gaius said slowly.
"But you didn't."
"That means you have another objective."
"Or..." he hesitated, "your ability isn't enough to escape after killing me?"
"Clap. Clap. Clap."
Morin applauded softly and turned, smiling.
"I have to say-you're right."
"But only half right."
He walked up to Gaius and gently straightened his crooked collar.
"My ability is more than sufficient for me to leave after killing you."
"Then..." Gaius asked urgently, "what do you want?"
He was anxious now.
He wanted the High Table's people to arrive.
Because if they did-
He might survive.
"Originally," Morin chuckled,
"I planned to impersonate an Adjudicator, kill you, and leave."
"But now, I've changed my mind."
"Compared to killing you..."
"I'm more interested in having you."
Gaius: "!!!"
"S-sir?!" Gaius's voice trembled.
"I'm seventy years old!"
"Seventy," Morin nodded thoughtfully.
"If you're lucky, you can still do this for another ten or twenty years."
The smile on Morin's face looked demonic to Gaius.
"No! No!" Gaius screamed.
He turned to run-
A wrench flew from behind and struck him squarely on the head.
He collapsed instantly.
Morin paused, thinking.
"...Why does his reaction feel so strange?"
"I just wanted him to join the Templar Knights and contribute."
"...Whatever."
Morin grabbed Gaius by the waistband and dragged him toward a shadowed corner of the gallery.