'Although the Grand Judge didn't specify what kind of "certain clique" he was talking about, it couldn't possibly be a civilian organization like the "Rejection Saint's Support Team," right?'
"So... you made your big brother here look good, and naturally, some people started getting crooked ideas..."
The Grand Judge continued speaking. A small vial appeared in his hand as if by magic. He uncapped it and poured its contents onto the table between them.
A pool of mercury-like metal flowed from the vial's mouth, spreading across the table and forming a shimmering, mirrored surface.
Lloyd glanced down and saw that the makeshift mirror reflected not his own face, but Weiya's.
She was sitting in what looked like a conference room, resting with her eyes closed, her expression placid. It seemed she was waiting for some kind of result.
