"Are you satisfied?"
After announcing the judgement of the incident, the old man looked straight into Link's eyes. His voice was slightly heavy as he asked the question.
Link responded calmly, neither subservient nor overbearing, neither ecstatic nor worried. "Thank you for upholding justice."
"Hehe."
The old man chuckled lightly and waved his hand, seemingly losing interest. "You're young and reserved. Go now, you may leave."
Link, holding Jasmine's hand, bowed to the old man before leaving the office.
Upon leaving the administrative building, Link found that his back was soaked in sweat.
The pressure and oppression from the old man's casual glance were so immense that Link was still not over them.
"We're safe now, right, Link?"
Jasmine's little heart was pounding with lingering fear.
She began to realize that her final answer to the question seemed crucial.
