The both of them faced each other diagonally. They were leaning against the wall, looking at each other in silence.
It took a long while before Thales let out a cough and began to say in a soft voice, "What are the circumstances above now—in Dragon Clouds City?"
Raphael opened his eyes. "Very bad." The pupils of the newcomer from the Secret Intelligence Department constricted.
"Since King Nuven's death six years ago, the Star Killer's White Blade Guards flashed their blades ferociously. Regardless of all costs and as if they'd gone mad, they purged the underground intelligence of Dragon Clouds City. They nearly forged the entire city into an airtight metal canister. Even the Secret Room suffered disastrous losses and we have suffered even more.
"Now, the Prince of Constellation has disappeared. This matter involves far too many other problems, it concerns war…"
