Several hours later — Deep within the Imperial Palace — The Grand Throne Hall
"….."
Seated alone atop his majestic obsidian throne, Robin slowly pressed his fingers to the space between his eyes, rubbing gently as if trying to massage away a building tension. A faint sigh escaped his lips.
"It seems… that boy will never give me a moment of peace."
(Who are you referring to, Chief?)
The calm voice of Evergreen entered his thoughts without warning.
"Who else?" Robin replied, eyes still half-lidded in thought. "Richard. Didn't you hear what Emily said earlier about the internal situation in Jura and the rest of the S-Type planets? About the suppression measures currently being enforced there?"
