These people had come with actual, seemingly dangerous weapons.

There were quite a few of them as well, thirty or so in total. Before anyone knew it, they had managed to crowd into the badly damaged meeting room.

Their leader, on the contrary, was a gentle middle-aged man in a suit and a pair of glasses. He didn’t seem to be the type to fight at all. Instead, his fair skin and brushed-back hair made him look as if he had just come back from a classy cocktail party.

Nora huffed coldly as soon