Ioris slipped the small snake into the hollow of his wrist, guiding it carefully beneath the sleeve as if it were something fragile that needed protection.
A faint light blinked on the side terminal.
Cecil's message.
Not the main one—the main terminal was always under Rosencraft's watch.
His fingers hovered for a second before moving, pulling up the data he had just finished compiling—the limiter adjustments conducted on the Queen series.
Recent.
Precise.
Cruel.
He stared at it longer than needed.
This was… hard. To delete those limiters...He'd be killed certainly.
Everyone know him as madman so no one suspects him. And with Q97 he can't even delete it completely.
This is too much.
And he was alone. If he wanted to delete those limiters and make the queen series free, Rosencraft was allowed to left those limiters on them because they're indeed dangerous if left without limiters. Those who harbors resentment towards him could tear him apart.
