A MUST In Time!

Genhuis City.

Governor's Manor.

Two gentleman sat in a large room with a rigid air revolving around them. From the looks of their faces alone, the contrast in detail – stern with slight wrinkles of fury against relaxed skin and a carefree smile, one could already discern that the topic being discussed called no small amount of tension.

The guards and servants who had been stationed in this room had been extremely grateful to be excused as a glimpse of the proceedings had told them that the already unfriendly relationship between these two was going to shoot up several degree in that same dark direction.

"Rearren, whatever it is that you are planning.... It ends now. The Premium Age Royale must be cancelled," the Governor made his case with aged wrinkles building on his forehead to support his stance visually.

He finally made his move after some lengthy deliberation.