“Shit! He’s completely insane!”Spectre 03 stared at Martin with a complicated expression.He hated this man to the very core of his being. But seeing what this man was capable of, fear inevitably began to spread throughout his body.Let alone pulling the trigger—he now felt like he had to think a thousand times before making his next move.The man standing before him was not human.He was a devil.He had no mercy.He would kill you the moment you let your guard down.“Jayden, have you forgotten that in seven shooting duels, I shot you in six of them?”During training at Belvaria Camp, there was an exercise called a shooting duel, where two people were placed in a room and told to shoot each other.Whoever got hit the most was declared the loser.Of course, Spectres 11 to 99 used rubber rounds, as using real bullets would be far too dangerous.But Spectres 01 to 10 did it for real.Martin always managed to shoot whoever his opponent was—without ever being hit even once.And since Jayd

“Everyone in this country has always been able to say whatever they want in front of me. I listen to all of it without discrimination. From those who are hailed as heroes to those regarded as the scum of society—I am always there for them. I always hear their complaints. I always stand as the only hope in their lives.”Richard stood upright and composed. Staring straight ahead, he wanted everyone to see how authoritative and dependable he was.Moments earlier, he had been quite delighted when imagining the most irritating man in his life lying stiff on the floor—dead after inhaling large amounts of poisonous gas.But seeing that same man now perfectly fine, standing down there and even defeating his super soldiers, the prince began to feel uneasy.And then came the peak of it all—when he saw what that man did with Lana. Saving the girl from gunfire, then casually holding her in his arms, twisting and leaping in movements so pleasing to the eye as they fought their enemies together—it

“Huh, what do you mean?”With a cynical smirk, Arnold looked at Lana with a mocking gaze.He knew that this young woman, who should only be in her early twenties, was a Spectre and also the head of security at this palace.But in his eyes, that meant nothing.“A girl without experience like you—what important thing could you possibly say to me?”“Mr. Brown, you are a former supreme commander. You should be able to tell right from wrong.”Staring sharply at Arnold, there wasn’t the slightest trace of fear in Lana’s eyes.If anything, there was only a gaze that was both bold and respectful.“I know you came here because of the deaths of those Spectres. But I can say with absolute certainty that Martin is not guilty. I can show you why. He had a strong reason to kill all those Spectres out there.”“You’re talking too much nonsense. Explanations, evidence, or whatever you’re about to show me—I doubt any of it will matter. You should know that truth can be turned into falsehood, and vice v

“My goodness! This is absolutely insane! Completely unbelievable! How could we have been so ignorant about this all this time?”Covering their mouths, the guests shook their heads as they watched and listened to what Lana had revealed.There was nothing left to explain.Everything was already laid out clearly before them.The Spectres were like a double-edged sword.Although they were created to be Norvia’s greatest asset, in reality, they had done the exact opposite.And as if that sword had caused more harm than protection, they were involved in acts that were utterly horrifying and disgusting.“I completely agree with Miss Evelyn,” one of the guests said. “The Spectre project must not only be stopped—it must be completely eradicated from this country.”That opinion wasn’t voiced by just one person.From one corner of the hall to the other, it seemed to be a shared belief among them all.And in the end, it led them to realize one thing.What Martin had done wasn’t entirely wrong.In

However, this shift in public opinion did not come without consequences.If Martin was not guilty, then one thing became very clear.As their gazes turned toward the podium—toward a woman who was beginning to look uneasy—people started to wonder:“Has Madame Bucci made a mistake?”And in a place filled with individuals holding the highest positions in the country, that was no ordinary question.It carried far deeper implications.Put simply, it was as if they were asking whether Natasha was truly capable of making sound judgments about who was a criminal—and who was not.In short…“Can we trust what she says?”Natasha might be the wife of Arminio Bucci, one of the owners of the largest global fashion houses in Norvia.But these people were not unaware of the scandals that had once surrounded her and her husband.And now, when this woman—who had presented no evidence whatsoever for her accusation that Martin intended to harm the prince—stood against Lana’s undeniable proof, someone who