Fifteen

The night was cold and light drops of rain slowly pattered as Keyller jogged his way to a hidden mansion that his target was staying in. Letting his hair loose, he put on his cap while checking his watch for the time. It was three in the morning. The mushroom will grow soon. A good time to attack that pervert.

His black clothing blended into the night. Keyller slowly approached and his footsteps lightened as he reached the guard post, where a lone guard was standing, his eyes drooping in tiredness. It looks like the target has no idea that Trace has already found out about his whereabouts and that someone will come and end his life.

"Let's see where you can run to, Stanford! Doom is coming to you no matter where you go. Traitor of Foedus is equivalent to living your life in hell!"

There was only light inside the post and it illuminated the guard's face and he looked relaxed. But Keyller didn't lower his guard as he reached for his sword and softly unsheathed it.

Keyller suddenly