Clues

That night.

It was already past ten.

Gilan was still hard at work in the chairman's office.

Three hours earlier, support teams from the Machinery Union, the Chamber of Commerce, the Church of Atonement, and the Church of Our Lady had arrived at Triumph Building one after another and met with the Committee.

Gilan had personally received them and spoken with Aurora alone for a while.

The two had not met in person for a long time. Aurora, who had become a pillar of the Church of Our Lady, seemed to have much she wanted to say to Gilan, but with the situation so urgent, she had no choice but to set it aside.

The four teams had suffered devastating losses in enemy attacks, and the survivors were exhausted in both body and mind. As the Committee's acting commander, Gilan had no choice but to personally offer them some reassurance.

Maive had arranged for them to stay temporarily in rooms on the upper floors, where they could rest and await Gilan's further instructions.

Gilan set down the intelligence summary in his hands and rubbed his temples.

Looking at the mountain of folders before him, he now somewhat understood just how exhausting Pala's daily work was.

The Committee's various departments had hundreds, even thousands of personnel, with countless busy matters to handle each day. There were also twenty or thirty important issues requiring the highest leader's approval.

And at such a critical time, intelligence needed updating several times every hour to avoid missing the window to respond.

Gilan had to carefully review every piece of intelligence and make corresponding arrangements only after careful consideration. There was no room for the slightest carelessness.

Knock, knock.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door again.

Gilan did not even need to use his