Ranchi Starts the Fiancée-Matching Mode

The top floor of the Imperial Special Operations Division, in a circular office with floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Duke Dikes, in my future work, I will never waver. I will unite closely around the Imperial Special Operations Division with you at its core, obey every order, and remain unwavering in my resolve."

Lanchi assured him.

"Neither arrogant nor impatient, steady and grounded."

Dikes listened with great interest and gave this talented young magical engineer high praise.

"Talking work with you is truly reassuring. I have to say, you're remarkably similar to my student Nikola in that regard. The two of you should be able to become good friends, too."

Duke Dikes praised him with satisfaction.

The two discussed the Empire's development, Landry's research prospects, and their personal ideals and ambitions.

Red Falcon Nikola listened from the side, and his expression grew somewhat peculiar.

He had no idea whether Director Dikes was praising him or insulting him.

He actually knew what many Imperials called him. For instance, Naira, the principal's secretary at Saint Krui Di Monastery—the woman with the prosthetic limbs and artificial eye—had practically shouted the words "attack dog" right to his face.

"Although some people in the Empire currently oppose your research results, I hope you won't be affected."

Dikes looked at Lanchi meaningfully.

"Leave those noble lords who drag their feet to me. As long as you can contribute to the Empire, I'll clear the path for you. I don't care about your political stance, your true thoughts, or your private life."

At that moment, his eyes seemed able to see through appearances and perceive many underlying truths.

But he would not constantly suspect Landry the way Nikola did.

A clever superior knew how to play dumb. It was also a way of trusting those he employed and not employing