[10 May 1568 W.R.]
[Vesseran, Lythanis Kingdom.]
'This is troublesome.'
Akamir sat at the head of a long oak table, sunlight filtering in through the tall windows.
His body still remained limp from traveling a distance of an entire kingdom, but he didn't mind.
It was worth coming here to check on the company he was planning to grow.
'...This is really troublesome.'
Dozens of folders were floating before him—ledgers, land rights, purchase orders, even forged inspection reports.
Despite having all these, his company was attacked by—.
"How can some random thugs attack you guys?"
Akamir groaned, letting go of his telekinesis as they all fell back on the table.
The faces of those Mimickers who had taken the identity of the dead row prisoner came to his view.
They all had their heads lowered in front of him, not daring to look into his eyes.
The middle-aged merchant who was leading the company knelt in front of him.
