Kassel College, Principal's Office.
An old man sat in the chair before the desk. His silver-white hair was neatly combed, and time had left deep marks on his face, turning his skin into the cracked bark of an ancient tree or weathered rock. Yet his features remained sharp, and light flickered in his silver-gray eyes. A tailored black suit wrapped around his still-upright frame, with a vivid red rose tucked into his breast pocket.
Hilbert Jean Ange, Principal of Kassel College, an unwavering dragon slayer, a man irreconcilable with Dragon Raja.
His phone suddenly rang. It was Schneider, head of Kassel's Executive Department.
"Principal Ange, there's been a bit of trouble. I'm afraid we'll need you to negotiate with the 'Orthodox.'"
"The 'Orthodox' in China? What happened? I don't remember us making any major moves in China lately." Ange held the phone in one hand while idly playing with a folding knife in the other.
"A batch of phones that was supposed to be sent to the Middle East branch was mistakenly shipped to China, then sold as ordinary products." A trace of panic colored Schneider's hoarse voice.
"My friend, you sound nervous. It's only a batch of phones sent to the wrong place. That's not such a big deal, is it?" Ange's tone remained steady.
"Those phones have already entered the market. Although we've done our best to track them, the China branch has limited manpower. It probably won't be easy to recover all of them."
"That still doesn't warrant me negotiating with the 'Orthodox,' does it? You know I don't particularly enjoy dealing with those people. They're rather xenophobic."
"The problem is that those phones were modified by the Equipment Department. They're waterproof, impact-resistant, and have stable signals, but they have one flaw—they're prone to exploding... I'm worried