TEASER CHAPTER 8 PART 13
In a council meeting
in deciding the future direction of Arcazam, neither the chairman, Haibao Foka,
nor the council members raised their voices in a loud manner, and they
proceeded with their agenda in a very calm and composed manner.
The council chambers
in Arcazam are arranged in a circular configuration, with the chairman seated
at the far end of the center, the secretary and other administrative staff
below the chairman, and the council members' seats facing the center of the
chamber.
In addition, the seats
for the audience were arranged to surround the seats of the council members,
and in one of the audience seats, there was Victor.
Now Victor is not even
an advisor but in the position of an audience member.
Originally, Victor
himself did not have the authority to give his opinion to this assembly, nor
did he have the privilege of voicing his opinion.
Only the council
members who participate in the council could decide where Arcazam will go.
However, Victor's
presence was still significant, and even as the agenda proceeded smoothly, some
council members still glanced at Victor.
"Then, the
distribution of accommodation in each country is the same as in previous years.
Next up is ......."
The current agenda is
still a matter related to the opening festival. However, since the opening
festival itself has already been held nearly ten times, the agenda is almost
the same as in past years.
Of course, there are
other matters on the agenda as well, but almost none of them are particularly
urgent.
The main reason for
this council was that the intelligence agents hiding in Arcazam had been
captured by the "Starlight" team led by Jihad.
The agenda proceeded
as usual. However, the calm was broken by a sudden intrusion into the meeting
hall.
"Excuse my intrusion."
The person who
suddenly barged in was a large man, nearly two meters tall, dressed in a black
attire reminiscent of a military uniform.
The wrinkles on his
face indicated that he was in his mid-forties.
The council members
all looked surprised when they saw him.
Egrod Fabran. He is
one of the most prestigious nobles in the country of Forsina.
His physique, which
had reached the age of maturity, was even larger than Jihad's, and his piercing
eyes reminded him of those of a soldier.
"May I join you in
this discussion?"
"Egrod-dono, so
you've arrived.'
"Yes, just in
time. So, Mr. Chairman, may I sit here and listen?"
"Yes, of
course."
"Thank you."
Egrod politely bowed
to the Chairman and sat down at a seat reserved for the audience in one corner
of the chamber.
His sudden visit
caused a slight commotion in the meeting hall.
Some of the council
members looked at Egrod, who was sitting at the end of the hall, with a dubious
expression on their faces, but Egrod himself kept his eyes fixed on one point.
