In the fleet admiral's office, Abraham sat comfortably on his seat, gazing at his secretary with interest. A few days have passed since Operation Aversatrix Mortem, and according to the reports of various intelligence officers, it was a resounding success.
However... Looking at what was before him. It might not have been as resounding as it seems.
Even though they were the victor in the southern assassination operation, the warrant officer leading the operatives appeared to be hesitant and reluctant, far from her usual self. Naturally, it was immediately noticed by Laplace and Abraham, who were always close to her.
"You don't look good, Mercedes. You have completed your mission, but it seems that it brought you more problems instead." Abraham muttered while staring directly at the silver wolf's avoiding eyes. "I don't want to force you in spilling out your problems."
