DEM Industry UK head office building. There are several middle-aged men gathered in the conference room on the twentieth floor.
At this moment, all of them were sitting in front of the huge oval table, flipping through the documents at hand, with ugly expressions on their faces.
The reason is what happened one month ago as recorded in the data──DEM Company Executive Director Isaac Westcott deliberately and inappropriately exercised his power in Japan, provoking the legendary [Wizard]. As a result, the entire community of the Japanese branch met the same end as the DEM headquarters many years ago it was destroyed to ashes.
Of course, if it were just like this, with the financial resources of the DEM Society, these big shot who are members of the Board of Directors would not be so angry. The bigger loss was not the facilities, but the deaths of the dozen wizards ---
"...So, what is going on? Mr. Westcott!" A young and sensible man with bulging veins on his forehead slapped the table, stood up, and looked at Westcott, who was sitting at the head of the table, with suppressed anger in his tone. the voice asked.
However, in the face of this relatively young and sensible question, Westcott just shrugged indifferently: "I don't know what you are talking about, Roger Murdoch."
"Stop pretending to be confused!" The sensible man named "Murdoch" grabbed the information just thrown on the table and said angrily: "Improper interference with the Self-Defense Forces, private use of wizards and equipment, ordering meetings The attack harmed ordinary people, and turned a corner of the business district into a battlefield! The amount of damage was casually estimated to be over one billion pounds, and even more than a dozen wizards were killed. As a result, the Japanese got such a big deal. ! How do you plan to clean up this mess? Who gave you the courage to provoke the [Wizard]?"
"Except for provoking the [Wizard], which was not originally part of my plan... everything else is not a problem because I got the corresponding rewards."
"Harvest...? Hearing Westcott's answer, the other wise men raised their eyebrows slightly. The loss this time was so big, but Westcott said it would not be a problem.
"──I successfully reversed the elves! And, there are still four ---"
"..."
Different from the slightly fanatical expression on Westcott's face, after his words fell, the atmosphere in the entire conference room fell silent for a moment.
Compared with the enthusiasm on Westcott's face, the atmosphere was a bit confusing and awkward.
After a while, the same Murdoch couldn't help but break the spreading silence: "Are you kidding me?"
"I hope you understand the situation! If you make the wrong step, it may develop into a situation that affects the survival of DEM! Did you say the spirit reversal? But so what? Can that save our company's predicament?! We don't have that much time to play games with you!"
"..." The expression on Westcott's face turned cold, and he glanced at Murdoch silently.
However, Murdoch did not notice the change in his expression. He looked at the directors sitting in the conference room and said, "I want to ask you too! Can you allow him to continue to act like this? If he continues the DEM Industry will definitely fall apart in the near future! Shouldn't we take appropriate measures before we get to that point?"
"Appropriate disposal...means?" After hearing Murdoch's words, the man sitting opposite him raised his voice. Murdoch pretended to open his hands and said loudly like a declaration: "I! Now here, I demand that Westcott be dismissed from the post of MD!"
The moment Murdoch finished speaking, the directors on the board of directors couldn't help but raise their brows. Although some people expressed surprise at the sudden request for dismissal but more than half of them acted as if they had known for a long time that things would develop this way.
Looking at the situation, Murdoch raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then sat back in his seat and turned his attention to the old man sitting in the second seat - Russell, the chairman of the board of directors of DEM.
"...Do you agree, sir?" Russell glanced at Westcott with a troubled expression.
However, Westcott didn't care and nodded leisurely.
When Russell heard Westcott's answer, he narrowed his eyes slightly, exhaled as if he noticed something, and then said loudly: "Then, let's start the voting. Those who support the dismissal of Westcott as MD, please raise your hand."
After Russell said this, Murdoch immediately raised his right hand high. Then, the directors sitting side by side raised their hands one after another and followed him.
More than half. Most of the votes were cast by young directors, which shows that things are not simple...
Westcott's behavior this time indeed caused a great disturbance, and there were many people who couldn't stand his arrogant attitude.
However, it is really hard to imagine that under such a sudden decision, more than half of the people would agree with Murdoch's proposal.
Westcott looked at Murdoch. Murdoch snorted from his nose and smiled mockingly. I'm afraid──before Westcott returned to England, he had already secretly made some moves.
Seeing this situation, Russell looked around the entire conference room as if counting the number of directors who raised their hands, and then spoke quietly: "──Since no one raised their hands, the proposal to request Westcott's dismissal as MD is invalid."
"What did you say?" The moment Russell's words fell, Murdoch looked at Russell with wide eyes.
"I said no one raised their hands, right?" Russell looked at Murdoch coldly and said.
"You...ah!!!" Just when Murdoch wanted to object angrily, the pain from his raised arm made him scream out. At the same time, all the people who raised their arms were screaming. The hands they raised at the moment had all disappeared - to be precise, they had been chopped off..
For a moment, the entire conference room was filled with the smell of blood---
Two days later…
Tengu City
Westcott, who had just returned from the UK, was sitting in the back seat with his legs crossed, looking at a stack of information in his hand, and couldn't help but raise a hint of excitement at the corner of his mouth and laugh.
"Ellen," Westcott called the name of the girl who was driving.
"Um?"
"[Wizard] has disappeared since that night last month."
"...Yes, that is indeed good news, so what are your plans?"
"Of course, the [Witch] has appeared. Allen, go ahead and kill her. Use the blood of the Witch to kick off the grand ceremony!"
"…Um."
There is heavy air filling the conference room of DEM Industry's UK head office.
Everyone who had the meeting here two days ago is here. The only difference from before is that all of them have plasters on their hands. ---
The severed arm has been completely reattached with a medical display device, and he can move his fingers by his own will, but the pain and humiliation he felt at that time is an established fact - it cannot be erased.
"...Damn it!" The person who broke the silence was Roger Murdoch, the middle-aged director wearing glasses. He gritted his teeth and said, "We can't just let this matter go!"
"Even if you say so..." A sensible person looked at Murdoch, narrowed his eyes, and said something. He had some vague guesses.
"Wescott, are you in Tengu City, Japan now? I heard that there is a high incidence of space earthquakes."
"..."
"Come to think of it, it's normal for our executive director to die unfortunately in a place like that, right?"
"..." The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly stagnated.
"If an abandoned artificial satellite were to fall into Tengu City... it would probably be similar to a space earthquake, right? At most, it would be a space earthquake with a higher intensity."