Emir leaned on his right hand, watching as the once-stunned Quinn left the floor.
They seemed to have forgotten that their professor had access to cameras, giving him a front-row seat to their well-acted drama.
'Things are going well~.'
Snickering, his face slowly turned serious as he closed his eyes and said:
[It's almost time for the mission. I'll be cutting off communication now.]
[…]
Unlike usual, Lyra took her time to respond, and eventually, she materialized before him, her hologram seated on his desk.
[...Are you sure?]
Her question echoed in his mind a couple of times, as if insisting on its weight.
[Yeah...]
He conveyed his confidence with a casual nod.
[I'll be in an open channel with them, if they have high-ranking NetWeaver connected, they can scan my neural network and find you. If they find you, they can attack your database, and if they succeed, they'll know everything about us. We're better off not risking it.]
