In the castle conference room, Velin had just summarized the laboratory's victory in the simplest of terms.
Tristan, Valerius, Barrett... Officials of all ranks from the Development Department, Technology Department, and Security Department were seated on both sides, their faces beaming with the exhilaration of surviving a disaster.
"So, you're saying we won?" The head of commerce, Ola, could no longer contain himself. He slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet, his portly body trembling with excitement.
"On a laboratory level, yes," Velin replied.
"Wonderful!" Ola nearly jumped for joy. "Lord Count, I'll immediately arrange for all our stockpiled purification potions and protective suits to be sent to the quarantine camps! We can even prepare a small celebration..."
"As for a celebration, we'll have to wait a little longer."
A calm voice interrupted Ola's euphoria.
It was Elvin.
