A knight with brown scruffy hair bangs his curled fist onto a glass oval table.
"Calina's gone too far this time! How long are we going to tolerate her brash behavior?"
Another knight jumps from his seat. "Not only that but using a mere child for human augmentation? It's a miracle she's alive; Who authorized this procedure?!"
The room was full of cigar smoke and smelt of alcohol. A group of men sat at several seats surrounding a large oval table. The walls were botanic, matching the dark-wooded floor.
My eyes gaze up to Captain Stroyer, who's resting his back on the wall adjacent to me at the back of the meeting room.
"… Sorry."
He opens his left and eye and looks down towards me. "… For what?"
I peer down to the floor and clench my fists. "Saori… Dai…"
Stroyer fixes his gaze forward and lets out a sigh.
