"My Queen, these are the recent developments across the nations," Gabriel said, his gaze fixed on the holographic display before him. He stood tall and unyielding. But his posture belied the tension in his voice:
"The Star Nation's progress has slowed due to low funds. Our prosperity is faltering."
Matilda, seated on the throne, her silver and crimson hair a halo of power, simply smirked. "And my dear sister?" she mused, her voice a low purr.
"The Elves' nation has produced more MEB—Mercenaries-Extermination-Bombs. Enough to take down hundreds of millions of mercenaries. But the bomb's magic can now affect other creatures," Gabriel continued, a hint of concern in his tone. He knew the volatile nature of the Elves' magic, a double-edged sword that could bring ruin as easily as victory.
"Hmm, that sister of mine is truly amazing," Matilda said, her smirk widening. She gestured for him to continue, an air of amused superiority about her.
