Inside a luxurious meeting hall made only with the finest of materials and furnished with nothing less than the best the world had to offer, nine individuals sat in front of a massive blackwood table imported from Cluster 2, Afreia.
An old man with long, white hair tied into a messy ponytail and a bespectacled, pink-haired woman had determined looks on their faces as the other seven eyed them like hungry wolves.
"So, your excellency, Aurelius, the day has finally come for the government to give us an explanation," said a brown-haired, hulking man dressed in a formal suit.
At least they still had a bit of respect left for the world government.
They wouldn't have made too much of an effort to prepare their attire, otherwise.
Before Aurelius could respond, another of the seven representatives of the Seven Sword Guilds added with a subtle, threatening undertone:
