One military man

"Well, well, well..." Adam muttered sitting at the same table along with Silvana and Aton, he was across from Matra who half asleep was at the side.

For several hours, Silvana and Aton had been arguing. They may not have noticed it, but to Adam who was an onlooker from the sidelines, it was obvious.

"Damn... Those two are talking about completely different things. Silvana is making arguments and facts while her father cares about her legacy and her future... The chances of them understanding each other are just not there."

Bam.

In a fit of anger, Aton's fists collapsed on the table, plates shook and bottles were ready to fall at any moment.

"Enough! I've already told you everything! Pick any profession you're interested in where you can work for yourself or have your own business! It doesn't have to be related to Dead Lands!"

Despite the long argument, Silvana's flame in her eyes was still not extinguished, she was ready to fight to the last.