Eiro pushed open the door in front of him, walking into the office without a moment's hesitation. He dropped down onto one of the couches and crossed his legs, grabbing one of the cookies that had been prepared by the maids for this meeting.
"Erm... Eiro?" Solomon let out with a wry expression. After all, those cookies, and this meeting, weren't for Eiro.
"What? You're done with the important stuff anyway, right?" Eiro replied, looking around at the number of ministers that were seated in this room. Solomon let out a deeply annoyed sigh, "That doesn't mean you can just waltz in here..."
