(Supreme Meeting Room, The Citadel, Citadel City.)
Four men sat around a long table that stretched for over two hundred centimetres as they conversed. All sat freely and were all having a good look on their faces except one person.
This person was a middle-aged man sitting on the far end. He wasn't entirely out of the mood, but he wasn't rejoicing with them at all.
He was calm, and seemed to be looking like he was trying to figure out how to fix a certain issue.
Wait... Actually, it seemed more like he was looking for the right time to pour out his complaints.
And it was when a man dressed in a white semi-modern outfit walked into the room that he had his face showing a little bit of relief, but that hadn't stopped him from having that indifferent look even after.
They all stood up to welcome the man. He walked majestically, holding a silver rod. He had the kind of aura that demanded respect immediately.
"Your Honor."
"Your Honor~!"
