"The direction of the standing head of securities' legal withdrawal will be set after this morning's cross-value meeting," (Devan uttered in pure, absolute composure).
Devan: "With due respect to Her Majesty, Sir William, not only were you voted in as the acting right-hand man of the Maiden of the State in secrecy, but she also kept you a secret to the public. I'm guessing that secrecy is part of her surviving human traits, isn't it?
"William: "Hey there, go easy on her, no harm done dear professor, It's just business, I presume," (as he lifted his gloved hands into the air, pointing towards the ceiling and the next floor up.)
William: "Oh dear , so where did your beloved 'Sir' wander off to? Did he just vanish into thin air? Poof! Truly unbelievable for a top official like him. Tell me, is that what you would call peak obedience and absolute loyalty?"Devan: "Hold your tongue. Let us break up this pointless meeting. We shall meet tomorrow morning to sign the withdrawal."William: "Oh, yes, my good sir! That is quite enough chitchat for the day. My jaws are practically dropping from boredom, and my patience is somehow lurking in the shadows, waiting for this to end."
(William casually places his hands on his thin, delicate, feminine waist. Swaying his hips with a dramatic right-foot-forward, left-foot-follow motion, he quickly glides out of the house in true femboy fashion.)
Meanwhile, in the distance far ahead of Camadore's mansion, a magnificent chariot glided smoothly along a straight, calm wave, cutting directly toward the bustling center of town. Every local villager—man, woman, and armored soldier alike—filled the path. Massive, heavily loaded cargo chariots rumbled along, all drawn to that exact same, crowded destination. Seated inside the primary chariot was Camadore, an unexpected guest who clearly could not wait until tomorrow to resign his active duty post in a flash.Within seconds, Camadore crossed into the strictly managed, heavily fortified premises of the humongous castle, its stark white walls towering overhead. The ground crew immediately sprang into action, escorting Camadore with the deep respect usually reserved for a king of high authority. They were guided toward the meeting room by a young, cheerful mage. Despite his bright smile, the mage was strictly focused on the task; his rare magic required him to map and routinely adjust every spatial coordinate inside the massive building.Every soldier stationed in the halls wore a calm yet fiercely aggressive look of pure justice. Soon, the escort reached the formal boardroom where the host was already waiting. On the grand table, a perfectly chilled water bottle sat between every single two-inch gap separating the chairs. Crisp, blank sheets of paper were neatly aligned on all the empty desks, marking about twelve open seats in total. Next to the host lay an immaculate stack of white documents and a slim brown envelope. Everything was perfectly in check, and the sheer level of professional competency in the room was at an absolute peak."Have a seat, Sir Kanjuro Asidao—or perhaps you prefer your publicised name, Camadore," she said calmly. She pointed toward an empty seat on the left, ninety degrees to the west. A sharp smile crossed her face as she rolled and rearranged her documents in an orderly, rhythmic stack-and-drop manner.Camadore: "Princess Nellshia Kusijawa, or Nelly for short, what I need you to do is go down to your fancy little brother and tell him this: 'I quit.' Nice, isn't it? The true phrase of freedom."Nelly: "Just quit acting nice. Also, you came all the way from Ashvile just to assault our system of order and democratically pioneered government. I should honestly have your head for this. But I highly doubt that even if your legs and hands were bound tight with heavy steel, my very best men would stand a chance against you."Camadore: "You call this child's play a government? Look at the time, I am off now. See you later. Oh—and make sure to greet that femboy for me, tell him I said hi." (He turned and swept out of the room, leaving a dense, suffocating cloud of uncertainty lingering in his wake.)Camadore: "Oh, I almost forgot. I'll send someone by later to take over my active post. Give him that star thingy for me, will you?"(As his footsteps echoed down the corridor, a strange, commanding figure approached the exit of the meeting room, blocking his path.)Williams: "Pretty fast for a seventy-nine-year-old man. I really must comment on your astonishing speed; you aren't called the Dark Knight for nothing."Camadore: "Hmm!!"The two men stood close, instantly exchanging sharp, malicious gazes that felt like drawn blades. A heavy, death-like frequency loomed over the entire area, freezing the surrounding guards in uncertain, logic-locked poses. Suddenly, a thin, intensely dense wave of pure chaos emerged from the skyline behind Camadore. Williams, reacting with swift, butter-sizzling speed, withdrew his sword and lunged forward like a flash of light. He tried to launch a brilliant counter-strike, only for his silver, golden-coated, lightweight blade to snap completely in half (snap!).The chaotic wave threaded violently through the hallways. It cracked the reinforced stone walls and shredded the heavy doors into tiny, atom-like pieces that felt like harmless dust to human touch. (Alas!) Camadore wasn't even scratched; the dark, swirling array of energy vanished back into nothingness.Williams: "What sorcery is this, you witch?!" (he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice snapping the frozen guards back to reality.)Camadore: "Aaah, see you in hell, Miss Nelly!" (he shouted, stepping through the shattered front door of the hallway. His lingering dark presence completely froze the remaining guards and temporarily blinded several others.)Nelly was left standing in the ruins with a jumbled brain full of helpless questions. She had observed the entire event, yet comprehended absolutely nothing.Nelly: "What was that eerie, suffocating presence just now? He broke Williams' sword without even laying a finger on it," she soliloquized quietly to herself.Williams, on the other hand, was left standing in a shameful and painful rebuff, staring blankly at the broken hilt of his weapon.Williams: "How is that even possible?" he muttered under his breath as the heavily armed response unit finally crowded into the ruined hallway.But Camadore was already completely gone. He left no piece of paper written, no hard proof of his treason, and no tracks to follow—just the cracked, crumbling walls.