As the voice of the woman in the red dress fell, a hooded man at the conference table raised his head.
"Did the International Fantasy Society dig up something good again?"
The woman in the red dress smiled.
"A new batch of stone tablets."
"And they are stone tablets sealed by spirit power."
At this, her smile grew even deeper.
"That crowd at the International Fantasy Society is really funny. Clearly they have the technology to force them open, yet they worry about hurting the spirits inside."
"They actually tracked down the descendants of the two researchers who died in those ruins a few years ago, hoping to open the seal by relying on blood ties and a connection to the spirits."
"If I remember correctly, the souls of those two researchers were personally harvested by Lord President himself."
Someone at the table let out a low chuckle.
The laughter was raspy.
That was a robust man whose shoulders were as wide as a wall, with an old scar slashing across his face.
"The brat of the Fujiwara Family?"
"What can a student who just got admitted to the Duel Academy do?"
The woman in the red dress propped up her chin.
"Who knows."
"Perhaps he really can open the seal, or perhaps, he will end up just like his parents, staying in the ruins forever."
The man in front of the floor-to-ceiling window finally turned around.
The several people in the conference room simultaneously reined in their movements.
The man took a sip of red wine.
When the rim of the glass left his lips, a thread of dark red surfaced in the depths of his eyes.
"Over the past few years, the running dogs of the International Fantasy Society have killed quite a few of our people."
"They