The Capitol Building in Golden City was abuzz with tension. Inside, Lord Hassa Karat, the son of the city's founder, sat in the center of a grand hall, facing a panel of council members and hundreds of city officials. The scrutiny was intense. For hours, he had been subjected to relentless questioning, not just about the current pirate campaign but also about various unrelated matters. The aim was clear: to undermine his reputation.
"I have been more than patient to answer all of your questions…"
As he spoke, one of his staff members rushed forward, handing him a message with an urgent expression. The staffer's demeanor did not go unnoticed by the assembled officials and council members. Lord Hassa's face tightened as he read the contents of the message. He tried to maintain his composure, but the shift in his expression was unmistakable.
"If there is nothing else... I have an urgent matter to attend to…" he said, rising from his seat.