NovelEnglishTwenty minutes later, Nash arrived at the Celestial Dragon Squadron meeting room. The moment he entered, everyone stood up in
unison. They were all dressed in camouflage uniforms except for Jaxon and Cillian, whose appearances clashed starkly with such
attire.
"Take your seats," Nashmanded, taking his place at the head of the table. Lumi was busily typing away at her laptop.
Suddenly, the door burst open. A petite lady in a camouflage uniform with twin ponytails marched in. It was Delilah. Standing
straight, she saluted with exaggerated formality.
Nash frowned. "You're not part of the Celestial Dragon Squadron's senior staff. You don’t need to be here for the meeting!"
Delilah opened her mouth to protest, but at the weight of everyone's stares, she retreated with a dejected response. She felt as if
she had been unfairly treated. She was a second-generation Esper. Was she not considered a core member of the squadron?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDisdain briefly flashed in Lumi’s eyes. Nash lured her here only to switch up his treatment toward her.
"Let's discuss the current situation in Munford," Nash said sternly as he exuded authority.
Lumi addressed the room, "The capital hasanized a meeting, and we're the last to join. Let's try to keep quiet and let the head
of the capital speak first."
Suddenly, Bertram raised his right hand like a student in a classroom before placing it back down on the table. Lumi smiled slightly.
"Elder Bertram, do you have a question?"
"Is the head of the capital the Sovereign?" Bertram asked.
"No, the head of the capital is a founding figure," Lumi explained solemnly, which sharpened the focus in the eyes of everyone
present. It made them sit up straighter.
Lumi hit the enter key, and a 360-degree camera slowly rose from the center of the conference table. Images from various
departmental meetings appeared on the electronic screens on all four sides of the room.
The top screen displayed the capital's meeting room, dominated by an elderly man seated in the central chair. Despite his sparse
hair, his eyes were piercing and filled with amanding presence.
As the last video feed connected, the elderly founding figure at the center of the capital's great hall smiled. It was a rare look on
him. "Here they are, the Celestial Dragon Squadron.”
The old man was flanked by four octogenarians on each side, all dressed in five-star marshal uniforms. Nash straightened his back.
These individuals were likely revered generals of past eras.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm
The elderly man continued passionately, "This power has already taken control of both the martial arts factions and the business
"An old classmate of mine in Munford is also a founding figure and holds a significant position. With him there, Munford’s political
circle won't fall so easily, but I'm concerned about the possibility of massive casualties.
"Thus, | urge you to eliminate this force at all costs to restore peace to the people of Munford."
Nash glanced at the video feed of the Divine Strategy Squadron, where Dallas was seated. Anton was not present at the meeting.
"Where's the leader of Divine Strategy Squadron?" Tristan voiced the squestion Nash had in mind.
If Anton could take part, casualties would surely be minimized.
Otis of the National Martial Bureau said in a grave tone, "Abinech left the deep mountains half an hour ago. He has gone to pursue
him!"
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
