Javer's Iron and Justice (5)

Me, fallen to the floor.

Lua, sniffling.

And the red-haired woman standing at the center of it all.

"······I'll step outside for a moment to get some air."

With those words, Javer left the laboratory.

Her back as she strode away down the corridor.

Not the slightest change crossed the woman's expression.

Cold and impassive, no different from usual.

Yet even beneath that suit of iron armor, she couldn't hide the tremor in her eyes.

‘She was shaken.’...