Ragnar’s Bold Gamble

Karion clenched his jaw. He was frustrated, as he hadn't expected Ragnar to confront them so suddenly. "If I knew something. I would have called you instead of being summoned here and wasting my time."

Anselm was still calm, but still, he showed a slight tension. "We've been working on it. But whoever is behind this is very good at covering their tracks. It's not as simple as you make it sound."

Ragnar's smirk didn't waver. He leaned back further in his chair. "Ah, so you have nothing yet. Well, that's disappointing. I thought you'd have something impressive by now."

Karion tightened his fists. He refrained from speaking immediately. He knew that he couldn't win the current argument with him.

Anselm kept his composure. He was silent. He also didn't know how to respond. He just let the tension between the two patriarchs play out.

Ragnar sighed. He shook his head in disappointment. "It seems I'm the only one actually doing the work around here."