"He is the Anomaly’s True Agent,
He just has no memories of it."
The commander declared, and the merchant... he had no clue what that even meant.
He was the Anomaly’s True Agent but had no memories of it?
How did that make any sense?
For a moment, a thought appeared in his mind—that all these people had lost their minds—but it disappeared as soon as it appeared, fearing they might read his mind again.
Helpless, he turned toward the World Leader, the being he had looked up to and prayed to hundreds of thousands of times,
Hoping to expect some sort of help.
After all, he had been a follower of Light for years now. Even when the recording spread, he never once shared it on his own, he never once talked about it, in fact, he often stopped people from mentioning it, calling it Anomaly’s tricks and an attempt to ruin their faith.
Everyone could see that from his memories!
His feelings were genuine; there were no traces of lies in them!
How could someone like him possibly be Anomaly’s Agent?
That made no sense at all!
And he expected the World Leader to say that out loud but...
The World Leader just gave him a single glance and then—
"Whether he has memories or not, it does not matter.
We will remain true to our words. Any being who has helped the Anomaly in any way—our world has no place for him."
He declared with a cold look on his face, and the merchant’s eyes widened in sheer horror.
And when he saw the World Leader raise his hand—the same action he had taken when the previous ’agents’ were erased—his fear strengthened even further. His body trembled strongly, his legs caved in, he wanted to speak, to shout that he was innocent, but a force stopped him from speaking.
That was when he realized it—
The reason why none of the previous agents pleaded... it wasn’t because they accepted their mistakes and were prepared for the consequences like he thought—
It was because this force prevented them from speaking.
These people... they never once allowed them to share their side of the story.
The merchant was shocked, but more than shock, he felt... fear.
Fear of being erased for a mistake he never made.
He opened his mouth and tried to say something nonetheless, but it did not work. Helpless, he watched the man he prayed to for all his life kill him without even giving him a single look of acknowledgment, but just then—
"Wait."
A voice spoke.
It was the Light Commander.
The merchant froze. All the intense emotions he felt came to an abrupt halt as he turned toward the Light Commander.
And then—
"It wasn’t his mistake."
The Light Commander spoke. Just like the World Leader, he did not look at the merchant, treating him as if he was insignificant.
But the merchant did not mind, because this being said the exact words he desperately wanted to scream and hear in this situation.
The World Leader paused, listening to the Light Commander. The Commander then turned toward the crowd and—
"The Anomaly has the power to control minds. He must have controlled his mind and ordered him to do what he wanted.
Whether he was willing to or not does not matter, since a being like Anomaly would never care about what people think.
He is a being who devours worlds, ends trillions of lives with them—in his eyes, things like people’s opinions or what they want mean nothing.
He only cares about himself."
He spoke, then finally looked at the merchant and, with a rare sympathetic look on his face—
"He is merely a victim of his sick mindset.
Punishing him wouldn’t be right."
The Light Commander declared, and the merchant felt a wave of strong relief wash through his entire body.
His expression changed, his desperate helplessness turning into pure fervor, but his surprise wasn’t yet over.
"From his memories, it is clear that he had been faithful to Light throughout his life, but even then, he was wronged.
Not only did the Anomaly use him—we too shared all his memories, even the personal ones, revealing his secrets, his strategies, his personal life to the entire world, making it impossible for him to continue living the life he had been living.
And that deserves compensation.
So from this day forth,
This man must receive the title of a noble in your world, with high-level security and treatment ensuring he never lacks anything.
Is that clear?"
The Light Commander spoke, staring at the World Leaders.
"As the Light commands."
The World Leaders nodded with a slight bow, but just then—
’Keep an eye on him, all the time.’
The World Leaders heard a voice in their heads, instantly realizing that the Light Commander was speaking only to them.
They then glanced at the merchant—whose entire life had changed in a moment—and realized it—
This wasn’t compensation. It was a way for them to keep an eye on him without ruining their reputation.
As for providing him all the resources he needs for the rest of his life?
How much resources would a lowly mortal even need?
And if the mortal in question ever once tried to ask for more than he should... then how long would a mortal’s life even be?
After all, there were many sicknesses and many things in the world that mortals were quite sensitive to.
There were many ways for them to... perish prematurely.
As for the merchant...
He, oblivious to everything that was happening to him, only stared at the bright holy light these beings radiated, with fervor and awe.
"A-All hail Light!
All hail Light!"
He chanted like a broken tool. The Light Commander nodded at him once, then, with the same cold look on his face—

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