The government officials who didn't have the qualification to carry swords were running in the corridors and courtyards, then knocked on every door in each courtyard. Inside the rooms, the Ministry of Punishment's Martial Soldiers, who were lightly sleeping with their swords in their arms, opened their eyes, their pupils filled with bloodshot veins and fatigue.
Upon hearing the command from the officials, accompanying the fatigue was a sense of relief that it was finally over, mixed with the excitement and anticipation of revenge.
The excitement of finally reeling in the big fish.
After shouting twice, the young officer, no older than sixteen or seventeen, ran out again, his footsteps light and agile like a young deer, as if there was endless energy surging within his young body.
After all, he was young.
However, young people often neglect this asset.
