Helen·Faust - Five - III
Within the lord's castle of Pelican City, Ansel and Ravenna were in a room arranged by Leonard, observing a screen that projected images of Laurel and others.
"It appears... a dire event is on the horizon."
Ansel, supporting his chin, watched Ravenna with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Mr. Reginald does not seem to be a reputable merchant by any stretch of the imagination."
Ravenna, gazing at the two men holding hands on the screen, remained silent for a long while before softly responding, "It matters not, as long as the grain can flow into the market as intended."
"Because the frenzied pace and volume of production are bound to keep its price from soaring, thereby allowing a greater number of people access to superior quality food?"
The young Hydral said with a beaming smile.
"...Indeed."
Miss puppet continued to watch the screen, not out of pretense, but truly harboring such a belief.