Chapter 503

"I take pride in my work, especially under the current circumstances."

Salt nodded, then tucked her elbows into the armrests of the chair.

She rested her cheek on her clenched hand, appearing very...

Bored.

Perhaps?

"I was worried you'd be crushed by the pressure, Light. You found yourself possessing great power and obligations in a very short time."

Sofia instantly understood the other party's subtext, her expression sharpening:

"Managing a Mobile Task Force is the same as commanding a site, just with fewer people. I can handle this, and even more."

Everything unstated remained hidden beneath the language, but Sofia instinctively felt Salt's posture had stiffened.

"Of course you understand."

Salt slowly relaxed her elbows and placed her hands on the armrests of the chair, just like Sofia.

"If Alpha-9 achieves success that cannot be obtained, this can give you a certain degree of... autonomy in your career path."

Sofia's pursed lips finally turned into a smile.

"I know."

"And strangely, it's rare for me to feel that things are starting to get better."

Salt's mouth curled upward, then she stood up, looking down at Sofia from across the table.

—Sofia also stood up; she didn't like being dwarfed.

"If such a thing really happens, I would like to have a long talk with you about your career."

The omniscient one said in a low voice, as if conveying something great and terrifying.

"Then let us pray that this operation succeeds." Sofia replied.

Salt hesitated for a moment and reached her hand over the table.

It was a hand wearing a glove made of white fabric, custom-made according to the length and size of her fingers.

She bent her fingers briefly, then met Sofia's gaze.

"I hope you can save the world, Director Light."

"Me too, Overseer."

Sofia grabbed her hand and shook it.