"Your Majesty. NOVA is ready to speak," Secretary Claris growled at Rui with a face crumpled with murderous bloodlust.
"…Thanks, why don't you join me?" Rui coughed. "Who knows… You might like the outcomes of the meeting."
"I highly doubt that, Your Majesty," Secretary Claris replied coldly.
"I must insist. Join me."
"…Very well, Your Majesty."
It wasn't long before they were in an isolated conference room. Rui sat at the head of the table with a communication terminal in front of him featuring a projection of a three-dimensional chibi vtuber hologram of NOVA's original appearance.
She waved at him.
[Hey, son of a bitch. Ah, when I say bitch, I wasn't referring to your mother. I was talking about the other bitch. You know, the one who died pathetically after begging me to stop the war. The one who died like a bitch. That would make you a son of a bitch, would it not?]
