Gaussian Distribution
Prologue
I know everything.
Come on; don't look at me that way. I'm telling you the truth. It's good to know about this important fact as early as possible. It's not in my nature to lie, you know?
The spectacled man's expression who told the young Shrine Guard these when the latter entered his office was disgusting to say the least. No, disgusting would be a severe understatement of his true nature.
The Shrine Guard kept on panting, as if he had just undergone an ordeal far indescribable to a normal person's perception.
His eyes wandered, looking at the tremendous amount of paperwork strewn all over the desk and the floor. Cold sweat was running down his nape as the office clock ticked.
You came here to ask me something, right?
Well, that is the purpose of this office in the first place. Don't worry, I'll tell you everything you need to know… for a reasonable price.
Right then and there, the guard finally lost his composure. He drew the dagger that he had carried all this time out of its hilt and dashed towards the spectacled man without warning. The disgusting man had to die.
God only knows how horrible were the things that he did not only to the guard, but to everyone else.
There you go again, acting on impulse…
You should have aimed for my head, idiot.
Realizing that his attack was rendered useless, the guard decided to pull back his dagger out of the man's palm. Instead of striking for a second time, the guard took a step backward in total disbelief.
I know… I know… I'm sure you're going to ask me about this as well.
If you're looking for blood, then I don't have any.
For the first time in his entire life, the guard felt completely helpless. All of his friends and family members were dead, and he was completely sure of who the real culprit was.
The guard desperately wanted to turn back the time he had wasted, but he couldn't.
