A lingering chatter droned on and on.
Peter stretched his body and distanced himself from the parchments in front of him. When he took off his glasses, he noticed his vision growing slightly blurry. But this was good for him… At least he did not have to see those annoying faces otherwise it would be difficult to imagine how he could continue.
"Silence, silence!!"
A deep voice sounded and drowned the noise.
"Please, everyone. We're not gathered here to quarrel."
A man who wore a luxurious robe stood up and spread his hands.
"In recent months, there had been a string of continuous attacks on cargo ships near the border areas which caused not only the dissatisfaction of the Merchant Association but also a rapid increase in price in the Country of Light. We must develop a countermeasure as soon as possible!"
"What else can we do?"
Another person put down the parchments in his hand and helplessly spread his arms.
