Long silver white hair, deep purple eyes, and that distinctive black and purple combat uniform. Naturally, it could only be Nadia Voss.
"You're out."
Seeing him approach, Nadia straightened up, a faint smile appearing on her face.
"How did you know I was here?"
Zich raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down.
"Don't tell me you've been following me?"
"What are you thinking?"
Nadia rolled her eyes at him.
"I asked Helen earlier, and she told me you were discussing something with president Arthur, so I came straight here."
"I see."
Only then did Zich nod. For a moment, he had genuinely thought this woman was secretly following him. After all, given Nadia's personality, even if she really did something like that, Zich wouldn't find it particularly surprising.
"Alright, enough about that."
Nadia clearly had no intention of explaining further. She reached into her storage space and took out a black wooden box about the size of her palm.
