"Count Valerius, mind if I have a word with you?" The voice of a woman echoed throughout Valerius's office, startling him. "It's urgent, sir."
"You may," a low, thundering voice came from Valerius. It startled the woman and caused a bead of sweat to trickle down her face.
The woman slowly made her way down to Valerius's desk, where he was doing paperwork. Stacks of paper sat on top of each other, waiting their own turn to be filled. He looked up at her, his eyes giving a purplish hue.
"U-Um, so…" the woman mumbled, trying to keep her composure.
"Go on," he hurried, his impatience growing.
Why do I have to give this news? the woman thought to herself, feeling as if her beating heart would pierce through her chest. "S-So," she stuttered once more. "I came to tell you that we believe we have found a warehouse belonging to the Apostles of Wrath, sir…"
"Mmhm," he hummed, giving her his full attention. "You may tell me more information, Ms. Noctarion."
Siberia Solenne Noctarion, typically referred to as SS Noctarion, was a United States veteran who hid her powers until she got honorably discharged. She was a werewolf, part of the Noctarion family, a highly distinguished house that had pride in their abilities aiding humans against the Apostles of Wrath.
"It is located in Boston, Massachusetts," she said as she flipped through the papers on her clipboard. "If you give me the permission, I can send an assault team to try and capture them."
"No need." Valerius got up, his height towering over Siberia, even with the distance between them. "I shall go with a student I've recently been training."
Siberia was concerned. A student attending a raid on a powerful group of enemies? There was no way she'd be okay with such a reckless plan.
However, there was not much she could do to counter him. In the world of politics, he was the most powerful figure, in terms of strength and influence. There was almost no one who could fight against him and win, unless it was Aeshma himself.
"Yes, sir," she said. "Who will you be taking alongside you?"
"Jacob Lavua, the vampire who had quite the controversy due to the attack on Loopenick."
"Him, huh…" she mumbled to herself. "I'll see to it that you and him have a safe flight to Boston, sir."
"No need," he said, his hand raised upward, just slightly above his chest. "Remember, I have Translocate?"
"Oh right, I forgot, sir. Please forgive me."
"It is perfectly fine, don't apologize for such a trivial act. In a few days time, I will fetch him and take action against those damned Apostles."
"Of course, sir. Have a good rest of your night," Siberia said as she began to turn away from Valerius. She walked out of the room, where she then let out a sigh of relief. "I always am so scared talking to that guy…"
In the room, however, Valerius was sitting back in his chair, his head in his hands. "Boston, huh… I'm getting too old for this." After muttering those words, he returned to the stacks of papers, filling them out one by one. He would be in there for the next couple of hours.