If this had happened before, that look might have been enough to make Krell Belmont tremble like a well-trained dog.
But this time, knowing he was about to play a very unsavory role, Krell finally summoned all the courage he had ever possessed and met the azure gaze of his cousin by marriage head-on. "What exactly are we trying to achieve? Yani, what exactly are you trying to achieve?"
"Does it matter?" Yani looked at Krell, whose gaze was resolute, with some surprise, then broke into a smile. "That just shows you still don't understand the nature of politics! You've read plenty of books, yet you're still lacking a little insight."
Am I really that clueless? Krell fell into self-doubt again, like a well-trained Pavlovian dog, but still met her gaze and showed, for the first time, that he wouldn't back down. "I need an explanation that can convince me."
"Haha, that's a good look. Honestly, you just cut off my uncle's leg, so why were you acting so listless? It's only now that you've finally shown a little spirit," praised Princess Rainbow Rose.
Just then, a faint light flickered beside them, apparently from a camera. Director Fei had clearly gotten down to work. "That's a great look, and such a forceful expression. You don't even have to act to look like a young hero torn between his duty to his country and his personal morals. You'd be perfect for a documentary cover."
"Of course. I don't have to act. Miss Feina, please make me look as handsome as possible..." Krell quickly raised his head by five degrees and struck a haughty pose for the camera, chin forward, as though he were about to declare, "If the Association can handle it, the Security Bureau can handle it. If the Association