"After that, the Minister of Trade didn't respond any further and simply sat down..."
Isabel stood before Iver's bed, racking her brains like a student being questioned by a teacher.
She tugged nervously at the hem of her clothes, as if she had returned to the time when she had first begun studying under Yanis.
"What else?"
Iver asked casually, "Did you feel that he was afraid?"
He was lying beneath a warm quilt, flipping through the meeting records.
He had stayed up all night helping Isabel with her intensive training. When Isabel went to preside over the Round Table Conference, he had seized the opportunity to catch up on sleep. Although he had only slept for four or five hours, it was just about enough.
"He should have been afraid. I even felt that he was terrified."
"All right, I understand."
The corners of Iver's mouth lifted slightly as he recorded something in another notebook with his pen. "What about Mr. Mycroft?"
"Minister Hermes said he wanted to bring in another batch of new royal-affairs staff. I think what he said makes sense. The people recruited during Grandmother's time should indeed be replaced..."
Isabel replied uncertainly, "I approved it directly... Was that all right?"
"It was fine. Your judgment was very accurate, and this matter had to be entrusted to him. He needs to keep an eye on the entire process. Otherwise, many spies might slip in—especially when you've been showing such an aggressive attitude."
Iver said casually, "By the way, once he finishes handling this matter, you can promote him. With his abilities, it would be a waste for him to remain merely the Minister of Royal Affairs... Have him recommend another minister to take over his position, then give him a ministerial position with real authority. Alternatively,