In the Devil Project Team's meeting room at the Caster Association, the atmosphere was somewhat tense.
Half a minute ago, Jia Xiu—the youngest yet no less important member of the project team—had brought his humanoid supercomputer teammate, along with a mentor whose purpose here was unknown, to question the calculation team's latest results.
The head of the calculation team, a scholarly-looking man around forty in a scholar's robe and monocle, had his brows tightly furrowed and his face blue with anger. He looked as serious as could be.
By contrast, Mia, who had produced different results, looked even more timid.
Her face practically screamed that perhaps they should just forget it and let her go back to check everything again.
Honestly, if Jia Xiu had not raised the issue directly, she definitely would not have pointed it out. She would have assumed she was wrong first and waited until she understood it better before—before perhaps never mentioning it at all.
It could not be helped. The girl had been timid since childhood.
As long as someone's title was even slightly too long, it scared her just hearing it.
Perhaps it was because her health had always been too poor. As a Druid, she was even afraid of the dogs raised by the Spore Society. The worst part was that those dogs seemed able to sense her fear, so they often deliberately circled around her.
A pack of large dogs chasing a skinny, short one-sixty-fourth Elf around the society camp had once been an everyday sight.
It had only made the already-timid Mia even more cowardly.
That was why she quite liked being a Spore Society Druid. Compared with other Druids, she did not need to deal much with animals. She either studied mushrooms or studied the dead. As long as