"What do you mean redacted!?" a young man with black hair shouted. He wore black robes, and his aura was hidden.
"As I've said, the name of the person that accepted the mission is redacted," a young girl with white hair said nervously. She appeared fearful and nervous in front of this person.
"How can it be reacted!? Do you know who I am!?" the man shouted with rage as his hand slammed on the table. The table that had been made out of Immortal King materials was pulverized in the process.
"I-I'm sorry," the girl said with a quivering voice. "I can't do anything about it. Sir needs to go to the assassination stronghold that came into contact with the mission taker to investigate."
