Nathalie stared at the manuscript on her trembling hands, and her eyes hadn't stopped roaming left to right several times as soon as she flipped through the pages. For a while, she got rooted in her place as she backtracked how long she had last checked the manuscript.
Overall, dire news awaited from the West Territory of the Dysnomia Empire, and this wasn't she hoped for, not at this very moment.
'This can't be!' She huffed out. When she finally mustered up the strength within her to move a single step, it was like a rush of adrenaline that went on to full throttle. Brisking her way out of the divider, she sought Jonathan's help.
In her eyes, seeing how Arnold and Nathan were face-to-face, none of them beheld antagonistic glances as they seemingly talked about business-related topics. But they paused when she approached them, with a dreaded countenance.
"Mysti? W—What's wrong?" Arnold stammered as soon as she came close.
