The morning light streamed through the high stained glass windows, casting colorful splashes on the marble floor of the council hall.
Last night's disturbances seemed like a dream; even upon waking, it was hard to shake off.
Moliat stepped into the Constitution Hall, the heels of her boots echoing crisply on the smooth floor.
Yet, as she walked, her brows furrowed under the iron mask more than ever before.
From the people passing by and the thoughts of the Attendant Officers, she could hear that a disturbance occurred last night.
Only upon waking, she had to attend the meeting immediately and was unaware of the specific situation.
But since the Advisory Council could be held as scheduled, it indicated it wasn't a major issue, something to inquire about after the meeting.
The temporary meeting place for the Advisory Council was within the Baihua Cathedral, and the cathedral's unique circular sermon hall conveniently served these republicans with divine authority cards.
