Armand Nation.
Gaze City.
Armand Main Military Headquarters.
Garius sat at the main table, his eyes fixed on the portable mana computer, which displayed a live feed of the Elven border gate. The audio feed carried every word of the negotiation between Javier, Mikhail, Gorak, and Jaigar.
Alf sat nearby, while Erinette stood gracefully beside them, pouring drinks into their cups.
Garius exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable.
Alf glanced at him. "Your Majesty? Is something troubling you?"
"No…" Garius rested his cheek on his knuckle, his gaze still locked on the screen. "I'm just watching my youngest son handle his cover mission. I allowed him to plan and execute this mission his way, giving him the freedom to operate as he sees fit. But…"
He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly.
