Everyone deliberately maintained an appearance of being busy and calm, as if just a few raindrops had fallen on the lake's surface.
And yet everyone knew that in a not-so-large room above their heads, senior army officers urgently recalled from their respective states were holding a meeting concerning the fate of the Monta Republic, and even the Alliance's fate.
Everyone working at the Army Headquarters was extremely eager to know the outcome of the meeting, only lamenting that their ears couldn't fly to hear what was being discussed in the meeting room.
However, in fact, nothing was being discussed in the meeting room.
The Monta army generals and colonels, rarely gathered in one room, were silently smoking their pipes, with no one opening their mouth to speak.
Thick smoke filled the entire meeting room, even dimming the candlelight, just like the gloomy expressions on the faces of the military men present.
