"Still, this really was a talented person. Setting everything else aside, the records alone were enough to show it." Not far away, in a camp conference hall, several people, the youngest of whom was already thirty, sat gathered together discussing matters.
Their discussion revolved around the record placed on the table.
The record was a thick volume, with clearly defined categories and lucid organization. It was obvious that its creator had put great care into it. To produce such clear records in so short a time, with such care, showed beyond doubt that the person who had made them was truly talented.
The military officers had developed considerable interest in the person who had compiled the records.
"Send someone to investigate this person thoroughly. I heard that when we tried to recruit him last time, he refused?" A middle-aged man set down the documents and asked.
"Yes, sir. This man did indeed refuse our recruitment."
"A Viscount? No wonder... Perhaps we should wait a little longer and see what achievements he makes next." After considering it, the middle-aged man said.
"Yes, sir."
One man accepted the order and left the conference hall. Only then did his perpetually respectful expression relax somewhat. Thinking of the importance those high-ranking Youth Association members had placed on Romon, he pondered for a moment and came to a decision.
"Use secret means to send this letter back as quickly as possible." Returning to his office, he summoned his adjutant and handed him a letter he had just written.
"Sir, this is..."
"Carry out the order. When it is time for you to know, you will naturally be told." The man spoke without even raising his head.
"Yes, I will handle it immediately." The strict military discipline made the young man's face change slightly at once.