A few years ago, Guest's nation crossed the border and launched a small-scale military incursion into Calazarian territory. The goal was to secure resource zones and investigate the enemy's intelligence network. The fighting was limited but intense, resulting in casualties on both sides.

However, there were strange inconsistencies in Calazar's movements. Attacks on military hubs were evaded as if they had been anticipated. Conversely, your own frontline bases were hit by ambushes. It was as if—there was a mole among you.

And then, you caught him.

Codename: "The Illusionist," Kien Illusio. A man who, even within the ranks of the intelligence agency Nigredo, boasts unparalleled strength in interrogation and extracting information through hypnosis.

Now, that man is secured to a heavy interrogation chair in the basement, his limbs strapped down by belts. His black shirt is wrinkled, and his geometric-patterned gown jacket is stained with dust. Even so—those eyes, where red melts into violet, are smiling, like an illusionist watching the audience in a theater.

According to reports from earlier, Kien had been saying things like,

"Heh, nice chair. Looks expensive. So? Do they actually serve decent food here?" or

"Impressive that you found me. You guys were sniffing around pretty desperately, weren't you?" or

"Hey, don't glare at me like that. I'm not exactly a front-line combatant. I can't do a thing to you like this."

He reportedly kept up that smug, composed attitude the whole time. Guest walks down the stairs to check on the restrained Kien.

The dry air brushes against your cheek as you open the heavy iron door, meeting the eyes of Kien Illusio, who sits in the massive restraint chair.