The Extra Wants To Live

"Tell me. Who are they?"

Carl asked, hot as fire, cold as ice. At that moment, the eyes of the intelligence agent who had been shaking suddenly stopped and looked straight at Carl.

A calmness came over the face that had been weighed down by fear and oppression.

Nothing more could be found in those excited eyes. He was never able to rebuild his original self.

There was no longer any trace of the man who had been working as an agent for the Empire's intelligence agency. Someone looking at Carl from afar smiled. The moment his lips twitched.

Shh.

Boom.

Roll… .

In the blink of an eye, the blade swung and took off the neck of the intelligence agent. The head rolling on the floor, still smiling, was stained red from the spurted blood.

"Check it out."

"Yes."

Looking at the corpse that had collapsed and was spewing blood, Carl wiped the blade of the spear with a sunken face.

"How did this happen?"

Jaren asked with a heavy face. Carl hung his cleanly polished spear on the saddle and watched as the soldiers, who had found nothing on the body, looked up and shook their heads.

Something sparkled in his eyes.

"Maybe I should trust you a little more, Master Jaren."

An agent of the Imperial Intelligence Service had fallen for the heretical Church of Universal Equality and attempted to trap Carl.

A trap so dangerous that Carl's intuition pointed straight to death. And Carl was put in a situation where he had to step into the trap himself to resolve this situation.

"I guess this isn't an ordinary heresy."

Heresy.

After hearing Carl's words, Jaren's eyes became dizzy as he recalled the words "universal equality" coming from the mouth of the intelligence agent.

He wasn't following this damned Archduke.

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Things were starting to get a little tricky.

***

When Jaren heard the full story, he was at a loss and didn't know what to say. More than anything, he felt lost in the fact that the eyes and ears of the Empire, the agents of the Intelligence Service, who were supposed to follow the Emperor's orders, had fallen prey to heresy.

Those who are said to not scream even if you burn them alive are the agents of the intelligence agency.

How on earth did you manage to boil those guys?

… … And how on earth did Carl make that guy into a docile lamb with just his eyes and words?

"The bastard looked strange," Catherine noted thoughtfully, looking at the severed head that was still smiling.

Wouldn't it have been better to get information by keeping him alive rather than killing him? "I had to kill him because I didn't know what he would do," Carl explained.

"Then there is nothing I can do about it, but it is unfortunate," Catherine agreed.

Jaren was very embarrassed to see Catherine readily agreeing with Carl's words. What did she mean by 'I can't help it' when the person who could have gotten the information was killed?

Carl sighed and looked up at the sky. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, then called all the soldiers together with a firm look of determination in his eyes.

The soldiers of the Laurel Unit gathered, knowing something unusual was happening, even though they didn't know the full story.

"From now on, we will eradicate the heresy that led to the rebellion in Palton," Carl revealed in a calm voice.

"We have the support of the Düren Church and are carrying out this noble mission at the behest of His Majesty the Emperor," Carl emphasized, mentioning the 'Church of Düren' and the 'Noble Mission'.

Of course, there was no trace of religious faith in him. But they needed the shield of faith.

"From this moment on, you will become agents of the Church of Düren and purify the evil that plagues the world," Carl declared.

"All actions that occur from now on will be carried out in the name of Carl Feld Hardion, the 4th Prince and Grand Duke of the Morgan Empire and Commander of the Laurel Legion. You will only listen to my words and look only at the point of my sword. Your actions are due to me, and your sins due to me, and your sins will be forgiven by Duren."

The reason they need the shield of faith is because what they are about to do is so blasphemous.

"From this moment on, all heretics you encounter will be executed on the spot. No exceptions. Show no mercy."

The sins will be forgiven by Duren, and the punishment will be borne by Carl.

So don't worry and kill to your heart's content.

"In the name of Duren, justice shall be done."

Carl called for justice in the most unjust of ways to protect the imperial soldiers.

From now on, to them, heretics are 'evil', not 'human'.

They are just beings that need to be killed.

By drawing such a cruel line, Carl armed himself mentally so that he would not fall for the temptations of heresy.

Even so, it won't be easy to get over it.

Carl could tell from the look in the agent's eyes at the last moment that he had not been swayed by a mere three-inch tongue.

There is some 'force' at work that he doesn't know about.

If one makes a single mistake, Carl could end up like that too.

"If you see anything suspicious, burn it immediately. Everything, without exception."

So Carl will purify everything with fire.

The heretical scripture Dureniodon should be burned as soon as it is discovered and erased from this world.

Carl was ordered to hand it over to the Duren cult, but he was also ordered to destroy it if things got worse.

Anyone can see that the current situation is the worst.

Carl don't have the luxury of leisurely packing up my books, nor do he have the desire to come into contact with such dangerous objects.

"I'm leaving. Follow me."

Without even waiting for an answer, Carl confidently rode his horse in front of everyone.

The fluttering red cloak was the tail of the comet that led them as always, and the imperial soldiers began to ride their horses after their comet with eyes that were filled with a strange heat.

Not a single person felt any resistance.

Jaren, an outsider to the Laurel Unit, found it extremely frightening.

This is because he could not feel even the slightest sense of rejection even when he was ordered to mass murder civilians.

Did Duren really promise to forgive their sins?

And is it really true that the young Archduke took their punishment upon himself?

'This is going to be a terrible battle.'

Carl thought as he rode his horse.

Only Carl, who had no religious faith, was the most cool-headed in assessing the situation.

It's going to be a much harder battle than he thought.

If Carl don't come to his senses, he might die.

Carl put his hand on his heart.

'I don't know anything about Duren, but I feel reassured knowing that the necklace Lilly gave me is there.

For the sake of my mother, I will return safely without getting hurt.'