"Your Majesty, may I ask about my assignment?"
Taville stood before me with a soldier's upright posture, but there was unease on her face, and her voice lacked its usual confidence and vigor. It was surprising to see this ever-energetic researcher looking so embarrassed. I was a bit stunned at first, then I recalled that during the task assignments following the recent incident, Sandora had allocated each part of the work down to specific individuals, yet Taville was left without an assignment, and some of the tasks meant for her research department were given to other groups instead.
Well, no wonder the spectacled girl in front of me seemed so uneasy: she probably thought this was a punishment for her messing things up, and naturally, she'd feel significant pressure.
