The Imperial Security Department was quiet, save for the sound of an old man's steady breathing.
Behind a desk littered with sealed reports and crystal fragments, the Minister of ISD sat with an unshakable composure, eyes fixed on the young woman standing before him.
Phoebe Saint Pierremont spoke calmly, but there was a trace of heaviness in her tone as she recounted the events at Gresha.
"Everyone was subdued… unconscious. Everyone except Noel.
He was the one who confronted Brother Elian of the Chapel. Which only confirmed it was the Wretched Faith's doing."
The Minister's brows twitched, but Phoebe continued without faltering.
"Even before that… during the train ride through the Southern Marches, in that short span of time, Noel managed to uncover the culprit behind the sabotage. All he needed were the testimonies and the documents we had gathered.
It was… astonishing."
At that, the old man suddenly let out a deep laugh.
"Hahahahaha! That's Noel Saint Grenn for you.
