Chapter 690: The Shattered ChessBoard - IV

"You've handled everything over there, haven't you?" 

Ansel sipped the crystalline liquor, smiling gently at Suellen, who knelt on the ground.

"Yes, I've dispatched people to receive the fleeing refugees," replied Suellen, now dressed impeccably and elegantly, without a trace of her coquettishness. Her tone was merely respectful: "All survivors who escaped the inferno have been brought back."

"Hmm... Sending aid to innocent civilians immediately upon learning of the situation—well done. That's a point in your favor."

Ansel nodded slightly. These few words caused Suellen's eyes to sparkle brightly. The young girl suppressed her self-interest and the joy that arose not from the act of rescue itself, and bowed her head, saying, "Ensuring the safety of the Empire's subjects is our duty."