Akamir tapped his fingers on the armrest as he looked at the elf standing on the side.
Impatience was clear on his face that he wasn't even trying to hide now.
The room they were in was beautiful.
Curved wooden beams, walls etched with glowing runes.
A ceiling that opened just enough to let soft sunlight trickle in.
But no amount of beauty could hide the fact that they were being stalled.
"When is your Royal advisor coming?" Viros groaned, sitting on the corner. "It's been two hours already."
"Sir Lewin is a busy person." The elf in armour said. "Please wait for a little longer."
Though it may sound like a request, it was rather an order.
Akamir rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the elf.
'They are doing this on purpose.'
Akamir was far more aware of their tactics than they expected.
How could he not? He has used it a lot of times before.
To create a psychological pressure on his opponent.
Like they were the ones who were in the wrong.
