Chapter 180: The Red-blooded Dreamer (6)
I have to be dreaming.
I was so startled that the thought crossed my mind. My hand instinctively twitched to pinch my cheek, but I refrained because there were eyes on me.
However, the man before me interpreted my hand movement in his own way and flinched, bowing his head even more.
‘What’s going on?’
Normally, I would have reassured him that it was okay to lift his head and that there was no need to be so submissive. My inner sense of mercy stirred at such actions, especially when the person who was showing undue timidity was someone older than me.
Of course, this dignified compassion was reserved only for the good-hearted elders and not for the unkind ones.Gẹtt the latest novels at .com
"Red Wave, you say?"
Yes, the dissident before me was an exception.
"Yes, yes. I am Robin, a mid-level officer of the Red Wave."
His head bowed even further as if he was showing off how submissive he could be.
I almost let out a laugh at the sight. Hearing it again felt absurd.
‘A mid-level officer, huh?’
An officer, and a mid-level one at that, implied a high-ranking position within the Red Wave. This was second only to the leader, the single person at the very top, and the few senior officers who assisted the leader closely.
In other words, a true republican rebel was surrendering voluntarily...?
‘Is this some kind of ruse?’
The thought crossed my mind. Combining the unexpected visit from a stranger and his sudden confession of his affiliation—it all seemed too abrupt and thus suspicious.
I knew my luck all too well. Good fortune like this never came my way. It would be different if a known spy had escaped, but for an undetected one to present himself?
‘This is such a sloppy trick.’
But calling it a ruse felt odd. These were the people who, driven by their beliefs, wouldn't hesitate to undertake suicide attacks. They had also never surrendered before.
And now a mid-level officer was surrendering? Since I was on the receiving end, I felt fully skeptical and doubtful about the truthfulness of his surrender.
"So you, a rebel, have surrendered."
After organizing my thoughts, I spoke.
If his intentions were unclear, then I just had to make him spill them. It didn’t matter whether it was all a trick or a genuine surrender; the fact that this rebel came to my quarters of his own accord remained unchanged.
"Is there a place to return to for those who defy heaven’s mandate?"
Interrogation wasn’t my specialty, but pressuring him might reveal something.
The title of Executive Manager did exert a great deal of pressure, after all.
***
"Is there a place to return to for those who defy heaven’s mandate?"
The words of the Executive Manager made my blood run cold.
His words were simple, and yet also deadly. It meant a declaration of refusal to accept the surrender of a traitor.
‘Damn it.’
The Empire was known for its leniency towards those who surrendered. Admitting one’s errors and seeking the Emperor’s mercy would grant forgiveness. That was the Empire’s principle.
But did that principle work in this situation?
‘It depends on the will of the Executive Manager.’
The current person in charge at the scene was the Executive Manager. Thus, the Empire had no choice but to rely on the Executive Manager’s report. Whether the Executive Manager decides to accept the surrender or execute the individual ultimately depends on how the situation was reported.
Even if I was killed here, a report containing ‘the rebel resisted and was executed’ would be readily accepted by the Empire. Unfortunately, it was all too common for members of the Red Wave to refuse to surrender and meet their end.
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