The short, stout major general quietly watched Sigrid Palma's back. While the young man before him was thinking, no one would be foolish enough to disturb him.
Lost in thought, he drained the amber liquor in one swallow. Sigrid closed his eyes, his little finger trembling at an extremely high frequency.
It was a sign that his brain was racing.
More than ten seconds later, Sigrid Palma opened his eyes and glanced slightly back at the short, stout major general.
"Forget it. They aren't our target. With Shuang Ming drawing their attention, there will be less commotion afterward."
Shaking his head, Sigrid Palma returned his focus to the most important matter at hand.
"How far has the Dragon Hunting Plan progressed?"
"It has reached the stage of closing the net. This operation is huge. The backlash from the higher-ups... won't be small."
Hearing the major general's report, Siglie chuckled softly. "What counts as the higher-ups? That outdated Queen who represents the divine right of kings? Or those hereditary nobles who refuse to make progress?"
"Or perhaps those House of Commons members who think they can control everything?"
With every question, the chill in the air deepened. The major general merely lowered his head respectfully.
That was why he was so respectful toward the young man before him...
In the eyes of ordinary people, lofty military ranks and official positions were nothing more than matters he could arrange at will.
Mount Moxi White had represented an everlasting kind of power ever since the Capital Star was established.
The Palma Family's history was even longer than the Federation's...
Over that long span of time, no one knew exactly how many officials and nobles in the Two Houses of Parliament were utterly loyal to Mount Moxi White.
"Major General Bai Cang, remember this.