When the old man returned from his thoughts, he realized that today's meeting was drawing to a close. He quickly organized the papers on his desk and exited the parliamentary chamber alongside the other ministers.
But Lizzie remained seated in the main chair. She did not move. Only when the room was empty did she raise her hand and beckon toward the shadows in the corner.
Moments later, a graceful figure clad in a form-fitting black uniform emerged from the darkness. As she approached Lizzie, she dropped to one knee and respectfully presented a piece of parchment inscribed with intelligence details.
Lizzie gave the report a swift glance before tossing it into the candle beside her, watching it burn into ash.
"This intel—can it be trusted?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the kneeling operative.
