Aiken stood before the door and gazed through its small window—Sonia sat on the chair and lowered her head in dejection. He shook his head helplessly. Even though he didn't have a favorable impression of this young lady, he felt unbearable to watch her in this miserable state. But he was clear that it was pointless to plead with Rhode. All he could do was to sigh.
"Sorry to trouble you, Sir Overlord."
"You're welcome, Priest Aiken."
Rhode shrugged.
"No, Sir Overlord, even though this isn't my problem, the Light Parliament will… Sigh…"
