Inner Bay, somewhere.
In the depths of the night, Faske, who was already balding, removed his glasses and stared at the flickering candle flame, slightly lost in thought.
Another failure!
The operation targeting the 'Spirit Medium' had not only failed but had also cost Melvil his involvement. Including Sinclair, this time the 'Spirit Medium' had uprooted nearly all the South Los Territory's spies belonging to them, just after the enemy had cleared their spies from South Los not long before.
Thinking of this, Faske felt a headache coming on.
The female assistant next to him, upon noticing this, immediately brought over a thick black coffee and the Mint Elixir for Faske.
And most considerately, she opened the Mint Elixir and applied it to Faske's temples.
The movements of this female assistant were gentle and professional.
More importantly, her gaze towards Faske was filled with admiration.
