The Night Owl dragged the unconscious Joey into the carriage. An investigation concerning him would urgently commence tonight, given that his position as an Upper-Rank Knight and a core force of the Purification Mechanism made this issue quite serious.
It was truly an unpleasant night. Having deployed significant manpower, the expectation was to capture a latent internal threat, but who could have anticipated that Joey himself would be the problem in the end.
The Night Owl couldn't help but look upwards; the window was open, and a shadowy figure stood against the light. Moriarty was watching them, seeing them off as they departed.
Surely, he still wore that damned smile on his face. The Night Owl had never been able to understand that strange feeling of aversion, but suddenly, he realized it at this moment.
It was the gaze of a cat looking at a mouse.
