Uprooted the Aristocratic Technocracy Organization(1)
When the old man heard Desmond's words, a mixture of reverence and agreement flashed across his weathered face. He bowed respectfully, his actions conveying deep respect, before he nodded in affirmation. With a sweeping gesture, he beckoned the guards to enter the room, their imposing figures filling the space. Some of the guards immediately set about rousing the fainted maids strewn on the floor, while others positioned themselves strategically around the table, forming a protective circle.
Desmond paid little attention to the commotion in the attic caused by the guards. His focus shifted to the map before him as he nonchalantly picked up a pen and ink, gracefully circling various locations on the map with purpose. The rest of the onlookers observed him, their curiosity piqued by his actions. Meanwhile, the old man's eyes remained fixed on the map, attempting to discern the intentions of his young master from the meticulous circles.