"Why did you want to meet me, Chancelor?" a man with white hair asked.
The man looked stalwart and seemed to be relatively young, but that didn't say a lot.
Almost everyone looked relatively young when they were Protectors.
Samar, who was already pretty old by this point, looked at the man in front of her with an evaluating gaze.
The man felt a bit nervous when the Chancelor looked at him this way.
Meetings with the Chancelor were rare, and most of the time, having a meeting with the Chancelor was not good news.
"Let me get right to the point," Samar said.
"Do you want to be the new Chancelor?" she asked.
The man's eyes widened.
He had not expected that.
"Is that a joke?" he asked.
"I am not joking," Samar answered.
The man took a deep breath.
"Why me?" he asked.
