"You must be very unhappy that I didn't come into conflict with the headquarters, right?" asked Roland.
He had been examining Aldo's face as he asked, as if to read Aldo's mind.
At this moment, Aldo looked a little depressed. He seemed to have experienced some major upset in life, and his eyes had no spirit in them and even appeared somewhat numb.
He shook his head numbly at Roland's question. "It has nothing to do with that. It was the handsome young talent of the Bard family who came, so it's quite normal for him to know when to advance and when to retreat. With the personalities of the Golden Sons, sooner or later you'll be in conflict with the headquarters. I'm in no hurry."
"Then what the heck is with your lovelorn appearance, Chairman?" Roland found a chair and sat down.
There were extra chairs, but Aldo didn't sit. The dim light in the lab made the chairman's expression seem even gloomier.
"My child is gone!"
