With Sellviya's help, John and Glenn, who had been working tirelessly on official duties, finally got a chance to catch their breath. By the time John woke up, it was already afternoon. When he rubbed his throbbing temples and returned to the office, Sellviya, who had been organizing the documents, had long since left. Glenn, who had awakened an hour before him, was still hard at work at his desk.
However, compared to the mountain of documents from that morning, more than half had now been dealt with. Just as John was about to step forward and ease some of Glenn's burden, Glenn stopped him.
"Sir, although I'm glad to see you, please leave these documents to me. After all, you have something far more important to do right now."
It was as though Glenn had recalled the bold—perhaps even insane—decision this man had arranged in advance.
Feeling every hair on his body stand on end from the sheer shock, Glenn drew a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.
"Second Lieutenant Wendy instructed me ten minutes ago to report to you once you woke up. The trial is ready."
"The people of Bahamut Town have waited far, far too long for this day."
"Even I have."
Then, beneath John's silent gaze, Glenn slowly rose to his feet. With unprecedented respect, he gave John a deep bow, his voice filled with loyalty and reverence unlike anything before.
"So please, carry everyone's hopes and put an end to the final shadow hanging over all our hearts. Bring hope to all the people of Dragon Eye Domain, sir!"
As the lord of Dragon Eye Domain, Myka Hartman had never imagined he would end up in such a predicament.
The intelligence he had always been proud of had instead become his