"I only guessed roughly, since the information was somehow twisted, but I couldn't look into it because of certain circumstances."
"I don't mean to criticize you for it. What I want to tell you is that those guys know our information. And not just ordinary information, either. It's information that only the people who made the simulation should know."
"Our information?"
When Ezechiele leaned his head closer to Jude with his eyes wide open, Jude's tone grew lower.
"They even know how long we were in the simulation, the last stage we reached before we left, and the number of events we cleared."
"Even mine?"
"Aren't you one of us too?"
Ezechiele smiled without realizing it at Jude's words. After all, by saying that, Jude was admitting that Ezechiele was one of them, not an outsider. Meanwhile, the President's expression was far from happy.
