Watching Aiwass suddenly shoot the journalist dead, the others all looked at him in astonished disbelief.
"You are indeed decisive,"
Living Silver, arms crossed over his chest, said softly in admiration, "No matter if he's Merlin or a journalist, or a detective who came down early, as long as this place isn't Layer Zero, that shot was permissible."
"I simply wanted to save everyone some time,"
Aiwass said calmly as he wiped the gun barrel.
If he were Merlin, Aiwass wouldn't worry—Merlin would only cause them trouble, but the real Jacob would personally open the box for his own grandson, Aiwass.
At this point in time, Noble Red was not yet established. The Hand of the Scaleless was still a ritually organization with considerable public prestige.
Even though they were wanted for cursing and killing some wealthy elites, their reputation among the people was very high.
