"I don't care about it. Just get it done!" The Monarch ordered with anger evident in his tone.
{But the Academy--} The other side was worried about being discovered.
"The Academy should be busy with the Tournament. This is a good chance, get things completed." The Monarch pondered briefly before he answered.
{As you wish.} With that the connection was terminated.
'Its soon.'
The Monarch thought as he once again lay down on the bed.
****
Old Seven was located in the basement of his office within his personal research center.
Streams of data scrolled past his eyes as he looked at the terminal. There was a progress bar that proceeded at snail's pace.
"How long?" Old Seven mumbled.
{Estimate time: Two hours.} Little Ki's voice sounded within the room.
