[And the title "Lord Kal'tsit," in my view, was probably the final collapse of her collective trust in "the state"... Just look at what those Ursus bears did. They made our beloved Ms. Kal'tsit unwilling to cooperate deeply with state institutions ever again... What a pity... Ah, those were our boss's exact words. Just know that much.]
"...Which boss?"
[The one at the very top.]
Seeing the agent practically beaming with delight, even daring to joke about the President, Nana shrank her neck uneasily... It was terrifying enough that her agent was being so unguarded in front of her, let alone cracking jokes.
[Well, enough complaining... How are you doing, Number Seventy-Seven?]
"...After lying down for three years, I'm a little stiff. As for missions, please give me something simple for now, like finding cats or picking locks..."
[But I definitely won't be giving you those kinds of jobs anymore. It seems your case gave others in the department some ideas, and they started funding assassins too... The good news is that I now have elite operatives like you handling all those cat-and-dog-finding jobs...]
"What's the bad news?"
[...The bad news is that even little errands like finding cats and dogs now require field operatives at your level... The state of the world is visibly deteriorating. The social contradictions created by the Originium Power Revolution are rapidly surfacing, and Ursus has even begun openly persecuting the Infected... But those are minor issues. Rhodes Island is currently heading for Kazdel... You need to avoid that place.]
Nana nodded despite her confusion, satisfying the agent. After waiting a moment, the agent received the files and sighed.
[Kazdel's civil war entered its final stages while you were unconscious... The "Black Emperor Faction," now the Kazdel Military Council, gained the support of most Sarkaz...