The Holy Land, which had enjoyed a few peaceful days, was once again filled with a grim atmosphere. The guards patrolling back and forth all wore stern, solemn expressions, afraid that those big shots might use them as outlets for their frustrations.
In the large conference room, everyone wearing animal masks or masks depicting demons and gods took their seats. The positions they occupied faintly divided them into two rather disharmonious factions.
A CP0 agent seated on the left smiled and opened the conversation. "Everyone above the rank of squad commander in CP0 should be gathered here, right? This is truly a rare gathering!"
However, someone on the right quickly cut him off. "Yes! If not for this emergency, perhaps we wouldn't have gathered until the next change of directors, right?"
As soon as those words were spoken, the conference room fell silent.
Then, the CP0 agent seated at the head of the left side couldn't help but chuckle. "You seem rather concerned about the change in directors. That doesn't seem like a good thing, does it?"
The CP0 agent seated at the head of the right side spread his hands helplessly. "Lord Sivis has put a heavy label on him. Vite simply doesn't know how to speak properly. Surely that meaning was merely overinterpreted by you, Lord Sivis?"
Sivis smiled. "A CP0 agent who doesn't know how to speak? That joke isn't very funny. However, West, your words do sound much more grating than before!"
West propped his arms on the tabletop, his palms loosely clasped. "Is that so? I don't think so."
Without waiting for Sivis to speak, the person seated below him imitated him vividly. "Lord Sivis, there's quite a bit of dust on your seat. Please get up and let me dust it off with my