Tap… Tap… Tap…
Inside a study in Berlin, Garen's fingers rapped against the desktop rhythmically.
He lowered his head and looked at Dahm who was kneeling on the ground and Hochman who stood by the side respectfully. The atmosphere was somewhat constrained.
"Both of you were my favorite and strongest disciples," said Garen in a slow and emphasized tone.
Neither Dahm nor Hochman spoke. However, Dahm's body began to shiver slightly as if he was afraid of something.
"I taught both of you so that you would enhance my Waterbird Fist." Garen looked at Dahm, "But do you see what you've done? You destroyed transmission radios and made it impossible for me to relay additional orders. You even almost did unforgivable things."
Garen's expression was calm and gentle as if he was merely chatting about potential afternoon leisure activities.
"If I had not gotten Hochman to rush over in time, Dahm…"