Simon was very clear that this so-called investigation into withering was nothing but a smokescreen.
How could a small team, hastily formed, solve a problem that the Tree Herders of the Elves and the Priests of the Eternal Dawn had been wrestling with for years to no avail?
He suspected that this might be Ian's way of stubbornly saving face.
So, he said, "I understand what you're asking for, Your Excellency. You are certainly free to engage in this research, and we will not stand in your way..."
"No."
Ian tapped on the table.
"What I mean is, this team must collaborate with me fully in the research.
"If it were the old me, I would never waste time on boring political posturing. But now, the undercurrent behind it all has seriously disrupted both my research and my life.
"So, I believe instead of wasting time protecting myself, it's better to make a stand and solve the problem once and for all."
Simon's expression faltered.
He realized the issue wasn't so simple.
