"Since when does the Council get to interfere with the appointment of the Director of the Secret Investigation Department?" Dorff glared at them. "When Director Ales took office, he was handpicked by the previous Director."
"Then have Ales name someone now. We'd be happy to accept that," a noble sitting beside Sir Stannic scoffed.
The words had barely left his mouth when not only did the expressions of the Secret Investigation Department members turn grim, but even Harrington and Sir Stannic thought, 'This is bad.'
"Sir Doneto, you…"
BOOM!
Before he could finish, Albert, whose patience had long since run out, erupted into motion. He instantly appeared beside the man, his hand plunging straight through his body.
"You, you—"
Sir Doneto stared at him, his eyes wide with terror, unable to understand how he dared to attack.
"But… but here… there are…"
Albert stared at him, his expression like ice. "You think you can humiliate Director Ales? You, a noble?"
