Lance was unsure of what to feel about Chester Leric. The rebels knew about the Leric's affiliation with the vicious Circle that curated the very disposition of Axe Central City. He probably had directed the sinister plots of the Government to reduce the population – the Commoners in particular.
Damian shared with him about their attack underneath the wall by the SHF. Which the same group orchestrated by the same person, Chester Leric.
Their heads turned as the door opened and came in an intimidating figure. In a black suit, fine plastic clothing, emulating silk, layered with lighter-colored clothing underneath it, clothed a tall and endomorphic body type. His eyebrows were thick and his condescending eyes.
It was Chester Leric.
He sauntered inside without uttering a word but only a deep sigh. He sat down across them so elegantly but firmly with how he moved.
