"Why?"
Rafael's face was pale as he responded coldly.
"No reason," Thales stood firmly in front of the portrait of "The Lone Sail" Noah Armand, gritting his teeth as he looked up:
"I need to see him."
Rafael shook his head:
"I don't think..."
"I know he's here," Thales interrupted him, while he struggled to organize his thoughts, he insisted decisively:
"After the banquet, he was brought straight here."
Under the watchful eyes of all the past Information Directors on the walls of The Secret Sector's corridor, Rafael stared steadily at Thales.
"What are you going to do?"
"Nothing."
Thales calmed himself down, determined:
"But he's one of the messes I left behind."
"I must see him."
"Immediately."
Witnessing Thales' unwavering and determined demeanor, Rafael couldn't help but frown:
"I can't make that decision, I need to ask the Lord first, tomorrow..."
"You've been making excuses in front of me all day," Thales cut him off mercilessly:
