[Eldergorve Town.]
[The Old Palace.]
Akamir leaned back on his throne as he looked at the six mimickers kneeling in front of him.
Except Elore who was in a faraway island, all the Sins were present with him right now.
Even though they didn't show themselves in the battle against Lucien.
All of them were working behind the scenes.
Especially Elene who was the main person, blocking all the news coming from in and out.
Thinking about her, Akamir looked at the faceless girl.
"Elene." He called.
"Yes, my lord?"
"How are things going with your work?" He asked. "Is the network system doing good?"
Elene raised her head slightly, the folds of her hood shifting as if trying to mimic the idea of a face.
"The network is stable," she said. "Right now, all the news within the kingdom goes through us first."
Akamir gave her a short nod, satisfied with her outcome. "And what about the nobles?"
