Chapter 224
The atmosphere in Lobrus was bleak. The whole country probably felt like it was walking on thin ice.
The bloodstorm that Varmil had ordered and Zerof had steered, the Great Purge, was still very much in progress.
Military generals who had barked commands just yesterday, capable engineers, scholars, ordinary farmers and students going about their daily lives, all of them found themselves branded reactionaries without even realizing it, dragged off to labor reeducation camps to dig tunnels.
The man leading that absurd purge was Zerof.
The same man who had tripped while walking and gone sprawling onto the rail tracks.
"......"
Zerof, who had gone down hard, rose quietly and turned to look at me. Or seemed to. I hadn't seen it. I'd been turned away, pretending to admire the sky.
"......Sir Knight."
Zerof called out to me.