Eventually, once he was satisfied that everything was in order, a sudden message reached him from Oberon.
"Supreme ruler… are you done with your… assessments?"
"Yes. Is something wrong?"
"…Did you find anything dissatisfactory?"
Oberon's voice was filled with caution, and hope, like a child awaiting judgment after completing a task, desperate not to disappoint.
"No. Everything is okay. You all did a good job."
"Oh! T-thank you for the praise, supreme ruler. I-I was only doing what anyone would."
Atticus sighed quietly as Oberon began to stammer, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected praise.
"Did something happen?"
"Hm? Oh—no, no, supreme ruler. Nothing is wrong." Oberon hurried to answer before continuing, "I simply wished to draw your attention to a meeting that was just organized, to brief you on everything that occurred during your… absence."
"When is this meeting?"
"Now, supreme ruler. Everyone is already assembled and awaiting your arrival."
