"This is no longer a matter of ordinary citizens. We must bring down the hammer!"
Inside the Twelve Brass Conference hall, Council President Frank listened to the report from his subordinates, then furiously slammed his fist onto the table before him.
For someone who prided himself on elegance to make such a move—
—it was clear just how dire the situation had become.
After a brief burst of rage, Frank regained his usual composure.
He turned to a Brass Noble some distance away and asked, "What is the Association's stance?"
"They said ordinary people's affairs should be handled by ordinary people. They refuse to intervene."
"Pedantic fools! At a time like this, they're still clinging to those useless rules and formalities!"
Though he said that, Frank understood the situation perfectly well.
If the Steam Branch truly helped them suppress the rioters, people from other Branches would soon report the matter to the main Association.
When that happened, not only would the entire Steam Branch suffer, but even they, the ones who had egged the Steam Branch on, would be unable to escape the consequences.
Frank took a deep breath, then fixed his gaze on the three empty brass seats in the distance.
"What does the Church say? Have they still not settled their internal problems?"
Out of respect for General President Enit, the Star Envoy Association could not casually interfere in local affairs.
But the Gear Church was different. Though the Association also placed restrictions on these Star Envoy organizations—
—so long as they were careful enough, they could still provide help in secret.
But soon, Frank received another piece of bad news.
"Their situation is just as bad. Golden Knight Fischer's death was too suspicious, and they can no longer suppress the voices within their ranks. They must report