Mary Geoise, Pangaea Castle, the Five Elders' council chamber.
Dressed in a black suit, with white curls and a bushy white beard, Saint Saturn leaned back in his chair, undisguised contempt on his face.
"In that case, let the Knights of God handle it."
His tone suggested he was dealing with some trivial matter unworthy of further attention.
To him, the people of the world below were not even human. They were nothing but ants.
Seated beside him, Saint Nusjuro was wiping the blade of the First Kitetsu with a cloth. His movements were slow and meticulous, and the blade reflected a cold gleam under the lights.
At Saturn's words, he stopped wiping, raised his head, and pushed up the glasses on his nose.
"For a matter this significant, we should report to Lord Imu first. We cannot act on our own authority."
His voice was steady.
Since this concerned their sovereign, Lord Imu, they needed to proceed cautiously and avoid overstepping their authority.
Saint Peter, dressed in a dark red suit, also spoke.
"I don't think we need to report to Lord Imu. For something this minor, let the Knights of God handle it first. If they cannot, we can report to Lord Imu then."
Saint Warcury, who sported a mustache slanting down on either side, nodded.
"Indeed. I agree with Saint Peter's proposal."
Saint Mars, dressed in a dark blue suit with long, straight white hair, also nodded in agreement.
Four to one.
Seeing that the other four wanted to handle it themselves, Saint Nusjuro could hardly object further. He fell silent for a moment, then cradled the First Kitetsu in his arms and spoke quietly.
"Then send Saint Figarland Garling. It's about time that old fellow got moving."
Just then, a voice came from outside the door.