I, the Lord of the Fifth Heavenly Throne, flow out of all things!

Something is wrong. Something is not right.

As the head of the Gestapo, Reinhardt had an extremely sharp mind and an intuition that was beyond ordinary people.

At this moment, after he 'awoke' from his dream, he felt a series of absurd illusions, which was a bit too much for today.

Now, after seeing the man named Calcraft in front of him, that feeling has become stronger than before.

Reinhardt looked at the man with a gentle and intellectual long oriental face, who was sitting in front of him under the light, with heavy shackles on his hands.

The other person was also looking at him, with his eyes that were like glass marbles, casting an interested glance at him.

"Are you the traitor that the rumors say you are? It doesn't seem like it. In my opinion..."

"Lieutenant General Reinhard Tristan Eugene Heydrich, head of the Gestapo, the state secret police, a famous nobleman of the Greater German Empire, and the Black Prince who is known behind his back as the Beheading Officer."

Before Reinhardt could finish his words, the man in the cell, Calcraft, slowly sat up straight.

With a cannibalistic smile on his face, he stared at the blond man in German military uniform in front of him and chuckled:

"It's an honor to meet you. I'm Karl Ernst Kraft... I'm just a trickster, a terrorist at best, but I'm probably closer to that than a magician."

"……I see."

Reinhardt, who was interrupted, responded calmly.

Facing the fact that he was being dominated, he had to revise his initial views and evaluations of the man in front of him.

It had been a long time since he had been preempted by someone else.

Although the man in front of him spoke in a pretentious tone, Reinhardt did not feel any dislike for him.

Or rather, it was difficult for him to even have this kind of emotion.

"You seem to be a rather interesting person."

Reinhardt suppressed his contempt and looked down at the man who was smiling all the time. He said calmly, "Among the people in this country who have been brought before me, few can smile like you."

Although the man in front of me behaved very generously.

However, it makes no sense in this situation.

"Then I'll ask you straight out of the box, do you want to die?"

In front of the Gestapo chief, speaking like he did before could show his uniqueness.

But in a sense, it's also stupid.

At least as an interrogator, you must not allow yourself to be dominated by the prisoner.

Because it was a situation that was beyond description, both contempt and shame, Reinhardt didn't care much about such things of ordinary people.

But since I am in this position and identity, I must do everything within my responsibilities.

Majesty, strength, coldness, etc. are all the qualities a soldier should have.

"It is my duty to punish those who are harmful to the country. Fraudsters and terrorists... I have to treat those who call themselves that like a beheading officer, which is an inappropriate nickname for you."

Although Reinhardt's voice was cold, it was also very nonchalant.

It's like chatting with a friend, talking about something very ordinary and simple.

But the seriousness in his words was also genuine.

"Oh..."

Hearing this, Calcraft tilted his head with interest, looked at Reinhardt in front of him, grinned and said: "So you don't regard that title as an honor?"

"That's hard to say."

Reinhardt neither admitted nor denied it. His tone was as if he was talking about something very simple and normal. He said calmly: "But you can also say that it is precisely because I don't mix personal feelings with my job, or because such feelings cannot function properly, that I can stand in this position."

The world looks so bleak.

Reinhardt had never been passionate about anything.

From the time I was born until this moment, not even once.

Because of this, there is no spirit more suitable for the concept of "sanction" and "trial" than this.

Because no matter what kind of person they are, Reinhard can make a judgment [equally] without any personal feelings.

"So, are you the one who is responsible for my duties?"

Reinhardt's sharp and calm gaze shot towards the man in front of him like a bullet.

There was no need to use any metaphors; Reinhardt's gaze seemed to have real quality.

Ordinary people would feel phantom pain and oppression as if they were under mental attack if they were looked at with such a sharp gaze.

Just like a ferocious sleeping lion, it slightly raised its eyelids, and its animal pupils nonchalantly looked at the ants in front of it through the tiny slits of its eyes.

Even if there is no intention to hunt, being looked at in this way will make you feel panic that your life is not under your control.

"It's a pity. I can't deny my suspicion, but..."

However, facing Reinhardt's terrifying gaze, the fraudster in front of him, Calcraft, still had the same unchanging smile on his face.

"As for whether it is related to the Prime Minister's attempted treason, I still cannot nod my head in affirmation. After all, I have not done anything."

Oh, those are worthless words.

It doesn’t matter if you haven’t done it… Reinhardt has long been tired of hearing that.

Therefore, the response to such meaningless remarks has already been decided.

“Everyone says that initially.”

As if triggering an NPC to speak in response to the situation, Reinhardt calmly said the words he had already said many times during his work.

Calcraft didn't care about this kind of thing, and responded calmly:

"So you're going to torture me?"

"That's fine, but I think it's a waste of effort."

From the first moment I saw this stale man in front of me, it was as if I knew him very well.

The reason why the man in front of me still has a relaxed attitude is because he has seen through everything.

Even if Reinhardt hid his true intentions, it would be meaningless.

Therefore, he just needs to state his true intention directly.

"For me, it doesn't matter what happens."

This should be said with a sigh or in a helpless tone, but Reinhardt stated it in a stale and calm manner. He continued indifferently:

"Regardless of the truth of this matter, people will die when they are supposed to die. If the life they have lived is enough to make others want to kill them, it is natural that they will encounter life-threatening situations in their daily lives. Whether you were responsible for this commotion is not an important issue. It is just a boring fact that a person who is easily killed was almost killed."

For Reinhardt, the assassination of the president was a matter of course.

After all, the position occupied by the other party has supreme power, which naturally also brings corresponding dangers.

The same is true for people in high positions like Reinhardt.

If one day in the future, he were attacked and assassinated, Reinhardt would definitely not feel any shock or surprise.

Because he had already realized and anticipated it.

This kind of thing that had no novelty really bored him.

"So you're saying that whatever I say here is meaningless?"

Calcraft chuckled and said so.

Reinhardt's eyes showed no emotion, and he said calmly, "I told you, that gentleman is a very easy target."

There is naturally no need to say much about political enemies and foreign enemies.

In the country of Germany, that person's existence itself is the focus of most terrorists' attention.

Those who want him dead can form a country.

Even if that person is leading Germany towards a great revival and prosperity, there will still be people who hate him.

At least the Squid people, whose domestic conflicts had been diverted by that person, hated him to the core and wished he would die without a burial place.

"So even if I sentence you for an unjustified crime, the danger and hardship that comes with letting the real murderer escape are just a drop in the ocean. It won't be a problem."

Reinhardt recalled the large amount of executions he had to handle as the head of the Gestapo, and his heart suddenly became calm. He continued in a deep voice to Calcraft in front of him:

"I am not so free, nor so bored, to be obsessed with being able to eliminate just one of the thousands of enemies. I can punish and kill anyone who is just suspicious... Although it is very cliché, the Gestapo was established on this principle."

In his eyes, all human lives have such value.

The same is true of the life of the man in front of me.

However, the person who was ruthlessly told this cruel fact has not shown any signs of trembling.

Calcraft simply savored Reinhardt's words, voice, and gestures with great interest.

Is this person evaluating me?

Reinhardt saw the look in the man's eyes and thought subconsciously.

But he quickly denied it.

No, it's different. A look in the eyes is not a simple assessment.

But it is something more different, a look that gazes deeper.

If I have to say, it is the closest to the perspective of scientific researchers.

Reinhardt thought of the white-clad men who spent the whole day conducting chemical weapons research, and the look in their eyes as they used microscopes to carefully observe objects that could not be seen with the naked eye.

So, does this man still think that nothing will happen to him?

In fact, he seemed to have some leeway, and now he tilted his head slightly towards Reinhard with a wry smile, and said in a knowing tone:

"I see. You really do look like what the rumors say... But can I ask you a question?"

"Ask, what's the problem?"

"What do you want me to do after you let me out of here?"

Reinhardt's brows twitched slightly, and he was stunned for a moment by Calcraft's question.

Because this is obviously not a safe statement to make when facing someone who has clearly stated that he wants to take your life.

But the problem was not there, but... he had a sense of déjà vu about the scene before him.

"...You are such a man who speaks nonsense. Do you understand what I said?"

"of course."

Facing Reinhardt's slightly colder gaze, Calcraft nodded fearlessly. He looked at Reinhardt in front of him with interest and said politely:

"You, who are disgusted with futile efforts, come to visit this mere fraudster who should be executed regardless of the truth, and ask him whether he wants to die. Then, considering what you just said, it doesn't matter even if the real murderer is released... That's what I heard - am I wrong, Mr. Beheading Officer?"

"..."

Reinhardt remained silent.

They exchanged glances in silence across the iron cage.

And Reinhardt understood.

The man in front of me is indeed a magician.

A fraudster who is eloquent, silver-tongued, and scheming would definitely be called this.

Don't let others know what you are thinking, just see through the other person's implied meaning.

Although this man is a weirdo and a heretic, he is by no means incompetent.

"Ah……"

In response, Reinhardt also smiled abruptly.

"Interesting, it seems that you are more shrewd than I thought... No, it was probably because my level was too low just now."

His handsome face, which had been expressionless from the beginning, showed a very shallow smile, and he said calmly:

"I admit it, as you said, Mr. Magician, but I have to make some corrections to your idea, which is not what I want..."

As he spoke, Reinhardt placed the documents he had brought in in front of the man.

As for what was written on it, Reinhardt saw it as nothing more than part of a stupid conspiracy, or an extension of the game played by senior officials.