Gramm interlaced his fingers and rested them on the desk, without sparing so much as a glance for the envelope placed before him.
It was San who picked it up, opened it, and skimmed through its contents.
His eyes widened for the briefest instant before he gave Gramm a simple nod.
Sirius had remained standing the entire time, motionless, rigid as a statue carved from stone.
He had expected Gramm to speak.
Instead, the director merely stared at him.
The silence stretched, heavy and oppressive, thick enough to weigh on the lungs.
Each passing second felt heavier than the last, as though time itself had slowed to observe the outcome.
After a short hesitation, Sirius resigned himself to breaking the muteness.
" The second trial consisted of stopping the attack on the duchy. As for the means and methods you would employ… you gave us complete freedom."
He paused, carefully watching Gramm's face for any sign, any flicker.
There was none.
