A high-level meeting, something like a summit.
Whenever a big gathering like this was scheduled, it was the underlings who got worked to death.
Normally, when big-name figures gather in one place, you leave several days for preparation.
This time, thanks to someone’s temper, even the date got abruptly changed.
Since it was a call from our own head, we couldn’t curse it out… and 〈Babylon〉 was running around too busily to even complain.
“Gah—no, no. Heta’s Great Elder is allergic to peaches! Do you want to watch that monster flip the conference room? Clear those off, now!”
“Matron! How should we arrange the seats? We can’t have them getting into a fight like last time……”
“Dawn’s not attending this time, so the odds are low. And even if we ask them to sit here, they’ll sit wherever they want anyway. Still, just in case, don’t seat Heta next to D.I.—put Silver Lion between them on both sides.”
“Security team, do one last…