"Although it's satisfying to have crushed the King's Secret Sword after so many years, why are these official duties increasing?"
Geoffrey had a sullen look on his face as he went through the endless files in the office. Typically, dealing with documents was Lebius's responsibility, but the sheer volume of paperwork now required even Geoffrey's involvement.
"As you said, the Minister is the kind of person who works people to death. Now that we've been re-enlisted, I'm sure there's a lot of troublesome things waiting for us."
Lebius spoke from behind the desk, his voice still cold. But this time, the coldness was entirely due to the overwhelming workload that had numbed his spirit.
After the stormy night, Lebius returned to the office from the sanatorium, where he heard Palmer's report on the operation. Awaiting him were mountains of files, and Yuriel was running in the hallway, bringing more documents from other departments.
