An Empty Promise Has 1.5 Times More Letters Than a Promise

A dark, dark, secret place.

In a place no one should carelessly peek into, a girl leaned back in her chair with an arrogant expression. A faint shadow covered her pink hair.

"In the end, is there no opponent I need to deal with myself? I am disappointed in the level of Sky Island."

Renard, standing crookedly in front of the girl, glanced at her. He roughly flipped through a thick report and skimmed it.

"The administrative staff would have filtered them out once, so in a way, isn't it an obvious result? If there's a problem, you should start by hiring new employees."

"Head of Inspection, that is a foolish thought."

The girl rested her chin on her hand and shook her head. Her pink eyes deepened as if looking at a distant place.

"Evaluating their level is meaningless, whether the employees did well or not. At my level, no matter how well they do, they will feel incompetent. If I apply too harsh a standard, none of my subordinates will be able to withstand my true restructuring."

One of Renard's eyebrows went up.

"Come to think of it, after Restructuring the Knights Order, you siphoned off the fired high-level personnel to your Trading Group. Is it okay to be so blatantly greedy? Even though it's already done, it's like you carved up and swallowed a wartime legacy."...