Selyu leaned against the door. With just a gentle push, she could open it. Behind the door was the reception room, and she could clearly hear Lorenzo and Oscar's shouting and their conversation.
She wasn't intentionally eavesdropping on their conversation, but their shouting was so loud that even the good soundproofing of the reception room couldn't drown it out.
Selyu only felt a bit of a headache. She somewhat understood Arthur and the others' worries. These people were all the vanguard in the darkness, on the frontlines of life and death.
This was an extremely important and great duty. According to reason, the successors of these duties should, in expectation, have a stern and silent face, clad in armor, holding cold weapons, carrying a heavy sense of solemnity.
But in reality, these people were more absurd than the next. If you were not aware beforehand, it's really hard to associate these guys with these identities.
"Not going in?"
