So, he was admitting that he had his own unique intelligence channel?
A mysterious intelligence channel that not even the Prime Minister knew about?
As expected of someone favored by the royal family.
John Maslow truly was extraordinary!
Conrad gave John a deep look, but he had no intention of pressing further. Instead, he said with a smile,
"Indeed. Everyone has their own secrets, myself included. Since this involves Major John's personal privacy, I won't ask any more questions. Let's change the subject."
Snap!
As Conrad raised a hand and snapped his fingers, the tightly shut door was slowly pushed open from outside.
A soldier carrying a tray then walked over to the conference table. After placing the coffee and sugar bowl in front of the two men, he backed out of the meeting room.
Throughout the entire process, he made no sound at all. Even when he approached John, his breathing was nearly imperceptible.
Like a ghost melting into the darkness.
Clink!
Conrad casually picked up a sugar cube from the dish and dropped it into his coffee, then picked up a silver spoon and began stirring.
The sound of the spoon striking the cup echoed continuously through the meeting room, like fairies dancing gracefully—crisp and pleasant.
Yet his deep blue eyes remained fixed on John across from him, a faint smile lingering on his face.
"Major John, aren't you going to add some sugar?"
"Thank you for your concern, but there's no need. Compared to sweetness, I prefer a purer taste."
"Purity, huh? Not a bad habit. Worth praising."
As though he had recalled something, Conrad's gaze briefly froze. However, he quickly returned to normal, silently took a sip of coffee, and then spoke first.
"Major John, what are your views on the Empire's current battlefield situation?"
"Are