"Waste!"
Heckler's face looked grim, shutting off the virtual screen before him, his expression dark and uncertain, as he then got up and moved to the window.
It was a spacious and luxurious room, the floor tiles faintly glimmering with gold, and the walls adorned with antique murals, all carved by hand.
A figure stood by the wall, with a hooked nose, a thin face that seemed a bit pale, and a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Yon tightly clenched his fist, anxious, as Heckler's slightly indifferent voice reached his ears.
"Is this the person you recommended?"
"Your Highness..." Yon's face changed dramatically, kneeling on one knee, he said in a deep voice, "I am willing to bear the responsibility!"
Heckler's peripheral gaze glanced over him, slightly easing his gloom, but when he thought about the plan's progress, his gaze grew colder—
