Henry Northwood came to his grandmother's side with a sad expression.
"Look at what you've become now."
The grandmother saw Henry's expression, and a bit of anger stirred within her.
"Don't forget the promises you made to me back then; this is the path you chose."
Henry clenched his fists, and at this moment, it's likely that no one would believe he genuinely wanted to make some amends.
However, in this world, there's no one who would believe a Northwood.
"Is there any way for me to join the Secret Division?"
He looked at his grandmother, hoping she would offer some advice.
"It's pointless; you've been exposed to everyone associated with the Northwood Family since you were trained as a successor."
The slightest oddity would be instantly noticed.
"But..."
"Don't say another word; don't even think about it."
"However..."
"Forget it, or it won't do you any good!"
The grandmother dropped these words and left directly.
