The office desk and chair, overly spacious for Ansel, rendered his seated figure somewhat hilarious. Yet, his focused and serious demeanor exuded an aura of awe-inspiring authority.
In the midst of Flamelle's increasingly frequent ventures into the Zero Realm Enigma, seldom returning to his domain, Ansel had fully taken over the governance of the Hydral territory — despite his unreliable father being a lord who neglected his duties, relying entirely on his subordinates, it was precisely because of this that Ansel was able to transform vast knowledge into practical experience and capabilities at a terrifying speed, with the aid of these subordinates.
Upon completing the last document and setting down the quill, the young boy leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly.
"Saville," he murmured, eyes closed in rest, "How is the situation in Creekwood City being handled?"
