As the words fell, the atmosphere in the Room of Authority suddenly tightened.
Nusjuro Saint's hand once again settled on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles tightening slightly.
A sword intent so sharp it was nearly tangible began spreading inch by inch from his body.
On the Thunder Throne, the wisp of lightning at Rock's fingertips silently grew brighter.
"Crackle—"
Tiny arcs of electricity danced, carrying a faint scent of scorching through the air.
On one side was killing intent suppressed to the extreme.
On the other was thunder that could erupt at any moment.
The entire Room of Authority seemed to need only a single thread to snap completely.
Just as the standoff reached its peak, Saint Saturn spoke again.
"Enough!"
His cane lightly tapped the floor.
"Thud."
The sound was not loud, but it was enough to suppress the sharp edge that was about to erupt.
Saint Saturn's gaze darkened. "As for Hachinosu, let the matter rest for now."
Peter Saint frowned.
"Saturn..."
Saint Saturn did not look at him. His eyes remained fixed on Rock.
"But you must understand, you are not an ordinary Marine."
"Every action you take will affect the state of the world."
"That was true ten years ago."
"Ten years later, it remains true."
Rock let out a soft laugh.
"I like hearing that."
His tone was as lazy as ever, but there was not the slightest slackness in his eyes.
Saint Saturn slowly said, "Therefore, we need confirmation."
His voice deepened.
"What... exactly do you want to do?"
As his words fell, the Room of Authority quieted, and all five pairs of eyes turned toward Rock.
Rock sat upon the throne, arcs of electricity slowly flowing between its armrests.
His face was half-lit and half-shadowed beneath the lightning.
After a moment,