Daphne's expression was very serious.
She must have arrived in a hurry, or perhaps was preoccupied with many thoughts, as she hadn't dressed meticulously. The design of her black trench coat did not highlight her figure.
In the visitor room of the prison, just after the two met, Daphne's maids and assistants set up a jamming device and exited the room.
"Phew."
Daphne breathed a sigh of relief, took off her trench coat to reveal a snug, comfortable pink turtleneck sweater underneath, and casually tied her long hair into a ponytail, flipping through a few pages of a document.
Without waiting for Yang Ming to find a topic, she spoke directly without looking up:
"The problem is very serious, Earl Hanton."
"What problem?"
"The Foreign Affairs Bureau internal purge incident," Daphne said quickly, "You may not realize how much this event has impacted the interior of the Empire, but I think a full-scale war is inevitable."
Yang Ming was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
