Battle in the Nest

The large metallic doors slid open gradually. Gazing at the dim, gloomy space ahead, Rhode extended his arm and slid his finger across the hilt gently. According to the conclusion of his younger sister's investigations, this should be where the last piece of slate was. Judging from the look of this place, it indeed resembled a place of huge importance.

In the Americas Region's headquarters? Perhaps this may turn out to be a bothersome international issue.

Rhode shook his head and threw this thought to the back of his head. No matter what and who the enemies were, he must get his hands on the Akashic Slate. Anyway, everything would be fine as long as it didn't involve his country because if it did, he might need to use means of communication and oppression to reach his goal. But now, since this shabby place had nothing to do with him at all, he couldn't care less about it.

"———!"