Looking at how slovenly his sister had become, Vhelian couldn't help but shake his head.
Even though he wanted to appease his sister's bothered heart, the young man had no intentions of doing so at the moment. He deemed that it was more important to continue the briefing than tolerating Ophelia's wallowings.
"Guards, get her out," Vhelian said as he adjusted his cuffs.
The young man then turned his back against his sister, much to Ophelia's surprise. However, she didn't intrude in the briefing without a purpose. As the guards slowly approached her, Ophelia swiveled her head towards them.
"Don't you all dare come near me! Go out! All of you! This mission won't happen! I won't let it!"
No matter how insistent she was, the soldiers knew whose orders they should follow. Not a single one of them moved in accordance with Ophelia's wishes, making her all the more infuriated.
"You imbeciles! How dare you! How dare you all disobey me!"
