Secret Meeting

The setting sun was like blood, bathing the Muse City metropolitan area in a golden-red glow.

Central Triumph District, Sterling Commercial Street.

It was not far from Morales Street, where Gilan's apartment was located—only about fifteen kilometers away.

He drove to this commercial street and stopped in front of an old, upscale café by the roadside called Jasmine Bird.

A male attendant at the café entrance was drawn by the roar of the engine and turned to look.

The moment he saw the distinctive silver car and its official white license plate with black markings, he immediately perked up.

Straightening his bow tie, he hurried forward.

Soon, a young man stepped out of the car, dressed in a white shirt and suit suspenders, wearing a bowler hat and carrying a black metal cane.

His long hair fell past his shoulders, tied into a ponytail. Most striking of all were its golden-red gradient and his deep violet eyes.

At the sight of these features, the attendant was instantly startled.

"Y-You're Lord Gilan Iros?!"

His expression was animated, his tone filled with reverence and disbelief.

At present, especially in the capital, there was no one in the Empire who did not know the renowned Foreign Minister Gilan. According to the latest surveys, both his approval rating and public favorability ranked second only to Leader Caesar.

Even the so-called "big stars" over in the Federation likely could not compare to Gilan's popularity.

The attendant simply had not expected such an important figure to visit the café where he worked.

"Shh." Gilan raised an index finger to his lips. Smiling, he said, "I came out for a cup of coffee in my spare time. I don't want people disturbing my rare moment of rest."

"Y-Yes, I understand, sir."

The attendant nodded repeatedly to show