The scene went quiet for two seconds. Everyone looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion.
'Who is Sophie Wexler?'
Was she some kind of High Rank Healer-class? Why else would the Marshal mention her by name?
But after racking their brains, they couldn't recall a High Rank Healer-class named Sophie Wexler in this group.
They could only reluctantly answer, "Marshal, we haven't detected anyone named Sophie Wexler yet."
Cillian Forrest assumed it just wasn't her turn yet. He had no interest in watching the people below, so he turned, returned to his seat at the side, and said to the others, "Sit."
"Continue with your work. Don't mind me."
Seeing this, the others began to speculate. Why had he really come here this time?
Could it really be for a single Healer-class named Sophie Wexler?
But that seemed impossible. This was Cillian Forrest; nothing that caught his eye was ever a trivial matter.
