“You failed.”
Wheein!!
Wilderness where sand dust blows.
In the middle of the desert, where it stings your skin so much that it is difficult for ordinary people to open their eyes properly.
The two of them were sitting casually talking.
A middle-aged man with a tree root tattoo under his eye.
A young man with a slender physique and a mysterious expression with eyes as thin as snakes.
The leader of the radical black magic faction and the terrorist organization Falchion.
The heads of the two organizations were talking alone, without any subordinates accompanying them.
“Strictly speaking, it is not a failure.”
the young man replied.
Even in the middle of such a rough desert, the sight of him shaking a glass in short sleeves and shorts looks leisurely, like someone on vacation, not work.
On the other hand, the figure of a middle-aged man sitting on a small wooden plank wearing a heavy jacket and frayed jeans seemed very appropriate for this place.
“Craig. In any case, I succeeded in retrieving the encryption key. So, you’ve got all the cards you need before the investors’ meeting. Aren’t you worried too much?”
“You know it’s not a situation where you can just pass it off as good, but Zaun.”
“…”
“You don’t know her well. If Evelyn Marcia intervenes in earnest, it will be over. We need to get this done quickly before the city council releases her access.”
Young Zaun listened to Craig’s words and kept his mouth shut.
Zaun, who was looking into the distance with a thoughtful face, murmured.
“Certainly, at this point, the only way to find someone capable of dealing with her is to find a pandemonium…”
“That is the worst move.”
Craig asserted in a harsh voice.
“Nothing has ever been done right by bringing in those crazy people. Bringing uncontrollable monsters into this game will ruin the design.”
“…Don’t worry.”
Zaun slowly raised himself up.
“Because I have no intention of handing over Reisen’s slush fund to them.”
“……..”
“We should eat everything we can have. Wasn’t that the premise of cooperation from the beginning?”
A strange, mocking laugh was directed at Craig.
“I can’t stop once I start. If you are expecting a dramatic compromise with the city government, wake up. At least until this day, we will have to drag each other by the collar to the goal line.”
“If you obsess over material things, you will rather ruin things.”
Craig answered without even looking at Zaun.
“Money is a means, not an end.”
“What bullshit?”
Zaun said with a laugh.
“That’s just an excuse from beggars who don’t have enough money.”
The last question and answer that clearly reveals each other’s values.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa..!!
With those words, Zaun’s body turns into a very small chunk of crystal and disappears.
Craig stared straight at Zaun melting into the hot desert air.
After a short time, he takes out his cell phone from his bosom and at the same time, his figure disappears as well.
After the scorching heat swept away the place where they were, there were no traces left.
