Jack's Manor.
Teams of uniformed Investigators, under Roderick's command, charged in. They held flintlock guns, silent among themselves, using hand signals to coordinate their actions.
"Sir, must we really go to such lengths?"
Mona turned her head, brows slightly furrowed.
Roderick watched his subordinates methodically searching within the manor, and said indifferently,
"Sympathetic, are you? Why do you have such feelings? When we handle other targets, I don't see you this weak."
"I have thoroughly investigated, and this 'Transcendent' named 'Jack' hasn't really committed any heinous crimes... If we're talking about once destroying a small town division of the Red Apple Church, that wasn't within our jurisdiction,"
Mona said.
