When Gawain entered Office One of the Administrative Hall, Heti, who was reviewing documents, immediately noticed that something was off about him. Cecil's Steward looked up at his complexion. "Ancestor, did you not rest well yesterday?"
"...I had a bit of insomnia." It was difficult for Gawain to explain the emotional journey of being jolted awake in the middle of the night by an alarm transmitted from a satellite, then helplessly watching something suspected to be a Mechanical Dragon blaze through space toward the distance. He could only wave a tired hand. "It's nothing. I'll recover after adjusting a little."
For a powerful Supernatural Being, fatigue from a mere bout of insomnia was naturally no great issue, but Heti could not help worrying. "Would you like some calming medicine? Pittman should have some..."
"Really, no need." Gawain immediately waved her off, then looked at the neatly arranged documents on Heti's desk and swiftly changed the subject. "Any new developments?"
To be honest, his mind was still filled with the scenes he had observed through space surveillance last night—the mysterious silhouette sweeping across the stars and the countless tangled thoughts it had stirred. Yet he understood that he had no means of investigating further, at least not at this stage. The Administrative Hall's resources were of no use here, while the Empire's daily affairs still had to be handled.
Heti studied Gawain's expression again, as if confirming her ancestor's state of health. Only after making sure there was truly nothing wrong did she shuffle through the topmost documents. "Yes. We have received responses from the leaders of several countries and regions—including the Ogre Tribes Nation, the northern city-states, the Silver Empire, and the Dwarf Kingdom. Judging from their replies, the leaders of those nations are all very interested in the Commonwealth