In an ancient and elegant room, a young girl with a frail body was lying on a soft bed big enough for three people.
Judging by her appearance, she seemed about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Her cheeks were somewhat sunken, but from the overall contour, she was a person with delicate features.
On the sofa facing the bed sat a woman with extraordinary charm. Her looks bore about seventy percent resemblance to the young girl on the bed, making them appear like mother and daughter.
However, the beautiful woman glanced at the young girl with a scrutinizing gaze, even somewhat disgusted.
"What do you mean the Commander can't be trusted, we need a new Commander?" the beautiful woman asked in displeasure, wearing a headset.
