The First Mission

Emir leaned on his right hand, watching as the once-stunned Quinn left the floor.

They seemed to have forgotten that their professor had access to cameras, giving him a front-row seat to their well-acted drama.

'Things are going well~.'

Snickering, his face slowly turned serious as he closed his eyes and said:

[It's almost time for the mission. I'll be cutting off communication now.]

[…]

Unlike usual, Lyra took her time to respond, and eventually, she materialized before him, her hologram seated on his desk.

[...Are you sure?]

Her question echoed in his mind a couple of times, as if insisting on its weight.

[Yeah...]

He conveyed his confidence with a casual nod.