"Is this the purpose of Red Dog's visit?"
Lebius flipped through the files from the Decision Room, his brows furrowed, and anger simmered in his gaze.
The office was only occupied by Lebius and Geoffrey. As Lebius's old friend, Geoffrey distinctly felt Lebius's fury. It had been a long time since he'd seen Lebius so incensed, as if flames were about to burst from him.
Lebius asked, "Do the others know about this?"
"Not yet," Geoffrey shook his head, "The Decision Room isn't planning to announce it for now. They're preparing to negotiate with the King's Secret Sword, but the talks are expected to last several months."
"Negotiate?" Lebius's voice rose, an unusual loss of composure for him, "What is the Decision Room thinking?"
"I don't know. I was shocked when I heard about it," Geoffrey added, "I even thought that the King's Secret Sword was planning to start a war with us and this was just a casual pretext."
