Chapter 733

Akechi—or rather Karl, once again wearing a different face—moved swiftly through the abandoned floors after slipping free of the squad that, in a sense, had been both his hindrance and his watchers. The sensation was one of unspeakable freedom, and perhaps it was precisely for this feeling that, when choosing a disguise, he had picked a pistol named Liberty.

Hell yeah, sneaking out on the job for a little fun!

Truth be told, after just one evening, one morning, and half the afternoon—still not even a full day—Karl already felt the torment of this “work.” That gnawing torture, that misery of being forced to do something he had no desire to do, made this sudden release intoxicating.