"That smug smile on his face, and tour guide milah sir called him my biggest fan?!-"

  Just as he was about to sit down again, a large hologram burst to life at his feet, sending him stumbling backward into the east chair. The sudden projection startled him, its form flickering before settling into the shape of the same woman he'd seen before.

  "Welcome to today's channel," the hologram announced brightly, her image crisp and slightly translucent. "We're continuing our discussion on Rolls-worth as a company—consider this a follow-up to yesterday's episode."

  Leonardo stayed seated, trying to steady his breath. "It spawned right from my feet…" he muttered, more to himself than to anyone.

  "Rasvian Energy isn't the only thing I don't understand." He got up, circling the hologram and inspecting it from every angle.

  "It looks the same from every side," he noted aloud, half expecting some change. "I would've thought it implemented Agnite, but now… I really don't know."

  The hologram continued its broadcast, unaffected by his musings. "The latest device—or better, invention—from rolls-worth , Enigmasphere is truly groundbreaking," the woman continued, a touch of pride in her voice. "It deserves a spot in the Grand Bibliotheca, though maybe not all the details of its creation," she added with a light laugh.

  "Nothing was funny there," Leonardo grumbled, settling back into the couch with a skeptical look on his face.

  He watched as the woman shifted slightly, making room as if for another presence. Then, another figure emerged: a man in an exquisitely tailored suit, the epitome of aristocratic elegance.

  His outfit screamed wealth and power—an impeccable fusion of the peak of aristocracy and oligarchy.

  A dark, richly embroidered coat with gold accents hugged his broad shoulders, perfectly cut trousers, and a high-collared shirt with intricate lace trimmings peeked out from underneath.

  He wore polished black shoes that shone with every subtle movement. His glasses, rimmed with a fine metallic sheen, were perched delicately on his nose, and his coiled hair, impeccably styled, framed his sharp, calculating gaze.

  "You all may know me as the Assistant Manager of Rolls-worth," the man declared, his voice carrying a suave confidence that only someone of his stature could muster without faltering.

  There was a cold, calculating edge to his smile—a man who relished being in the limelight.

  Leonardo's eyes sharpened at the sight of him. "Who…?"

  The hologram continued, unperturbed by Leonardo's reaction. "Today's discussion revolves around the growing influence of Rasvian-powered technology, with a focus on Rolls-worth's latest line."

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  Leonardo leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the man in the hologram. "So, this is the Assistant Manager text, you told me to go there for draws right?"

  [yes]

  As if answering his unspoken question, the hologram woman turned to Valtieri with a knowing smile. "Valtieri, what can you tell us about the recent advances in Rasvian based tech?"

  Valtieri adjusted his glasses with a practiced motion, a sly smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

  "It's all about creating something that not only serves a purpose but also challenges our understanding of Rasvian energy's potential. Enigmasphere's device is the first of its kind—a true masterpiece of our Realm."

  Leonardo's gaze narrowed further. "A device? What kind of device?"

  "To put it simply, we aim for higher things. A simple multi-dimensional tool isn't where a company of such great standing as Rolls-Worth should set its sights. We can only aim higher.

  Think of the eras—you all know them as stories. Yes, in the most basic sense, they are stories. But have you ever wanted to experience them firsthand? The feeling of meeting your favorite character over and over again, not just through a screen or a page, but in person? I can see most of you are shaking, glancing at your holograms, perhaps in disbelief. Well, even that, too, will change," he says, as though each word drags him reluctantly through the conversation.

  His tone is dismissive, almost bored, and he stabilizes his glasses with a quick, irritated motion.

  The crowd murmurs, a wave of skeptical whispers though unseen by Leonardo . A woman steps forward, her voice sharp and laced with doubt. "Ahem, the eras—the stories, meeting them? How certain are you of such drastic advancements? What proof do we have that this isn't just another far-fetched promise?"

  He pauses, letting the silence linger just a moment too long, his gaze sweeping over the audience as if sizing them up.

  "Teleportation will become a reality.

  No longer will we be stopped by the archaic ideas surrounding the use of Rasvian Energy, skills will be done with.

  This is no pipe dream; it's within our grasp.

  You all don't seem to understand, and maybe that's because the real information is stuck in the top floors, concealed by those who think it's beyond the reach of the average citizen.

  But let me tell you something: Rolls-Worth is genuine in its intentions. We are the vanguard of a new age."

  He shifts his stance, coily hair bouncing slightly, his brown eyes locked onto the crowd with an intensity that's hard to shake.

  "And remember, election days are approaching. You should know who to vote for—" But his words cut off abruptly as the hologram begins to flicker, his image warping and fading until it vanishes entirely.

  The woman voice fills the sudden quiet, breaking the awkward pause. "Ah, seems like a technical issue, folks.

  Let's move on to the next agenda. Up next, we have the 21st District. As you all know, the Below Sky District is holding an election soon, one of the many scheduled throughout the year.

  This year is packed to the brim with activities and opportunities for you to engage and make your voices heard. So stay tuned, have fun, and we'll see you tomorrow! Holo-Tel out."

  The Woman voice fades, and the hologram blinks off, leaving only the quiet hum of anticipation in the room.

  Leonardo, seated near the back, leans forward with a thoughtful expression. "That guy was something else, huh? But, the Eras…Tour Guide Milah sir told me I was from the New Kingdom Era.

  If people can't go to the Eras, then how did—" He trails off, lost in his thoughts, the puzzle pieces of information refusing to fit together. His brow furrows as he tries to piece it all out, when suddenly, Anna strides confidently into the lounge.

  "Leonardo, you good?" Anna calls out, her voice carrying a note of excitement. She's dressed in a fresh, striking outfit that compliments her proud demeanor, her hair still damp from a recent bath. She looks poised,

  Leonardo glances up, snapping out of his reverie. "I guess so," he replies, but his tone is distracted.

  His mind is still half-occupied with the implications of what he's just heard. Before he can delve deeper into his thoughts, Elara appears beside Anna, her blonde hair swaying gently as she joins the conversation.

  "I know I am," Elara adds with a bright smile, her enthusiasm palpable. She radiates a kind of infectious energy that lightens the room, even if only for a moment.

  Leonardo eyes the two of them, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He lets out a faint chuckle before muttering under his breath, "Are you two really sisters?" It's half a joke, but there's a genuine curiosity there, sparked by the contrasting yet complementary ways they carry themselves.

  Anna's composed confidence and Elara's unbridled optimism