Chapter 184
Organizations beneath organizations beneath organizations. The meticulous task of tracing back through an endless web of connections, point by point, had begun.
In the back alleys of the Imperial Free City of Harlem, a tavern.
Externally, it was advertised as a tavern, but in reality, no one came in for drinks or lodging. It was merely a front to comply with city laws.
Its true nature was that of a subordinate organization to the Shadow Court, one of the criminal guilds ruling Harlem—infamous as the continent’s foremost assassin guild.
The floor of the tavern is littered with the corpses of assassins. They couldn’t even mount a proper defense against the hail of daggers.
The survivors lay prostrate on the floor, heads pressed to the ground.
“Alright, then. Now I’ll show you a magic trick where fingers disappear.”
Squish!
“Aaaah!”
And from there, a scream echoed.
The man who officially claimed to be the manager of the tavern screamed. What on earth was the identity of this man standing before him? How dare he lay a hand on someone who claimed to be a judge of the Small Court?
The small court Smith presided over was, in truth, nothing more than a nameless criminal organization. But those above it were not.
An organization above the organization—this was the true small court of the Shadow Court.
But even they were not the ‘true head’.
That was the terrifying aspect of the Shadow Court. What you thought was the head wasn’t the head, and what you thought was the body wasn’t the body. No one could grasp their true nature completely.
