Atro whispered, "Isn't this a compromise?"
"It's the coward's escape, Deputy Director."
Revelle slightly bowed and turned towards the entrance of the banquet not far away.
Although the banquet would officially start in just over a Galaxy Time, he wanted to go in early and find a corner to sit in, to reduce unnecessary socializing.
Atro stood quietly, leaning against the transparent wall, finishing the champagne in his hand little by little.
"Then what is meaningful?"
He shrugged, adjusted his stance, and continued to be the most dazzling presence at the noble gathering.
A few minutes later.
Revelle, feeling a bit bored, activated the network terminal's projection function, spreading a book-like projection screen in front of him, and began browsing online information to pass the time.
Amidst the hype from multiple major forces, both inside and outside the Empire, the focus was gathered here.
