The fourth day afternoon.
The search in the mountains still had no progress.
Today.
It was the official day for Fukner to hand over his duties, and the successor was a member of the Founding Family. Due to the severity of the situation, they had to send the most reliable person.
After all.
Who would abandon their ancestors' graves on purpose?
Fukner knew the person who was replacing him; they had played ball together before, his peer in age, and certainly capable of standing up to the test, just that it was unknown how his Luck would fare.
Four days already.
Not a single hair was found.
The longer it drags.
The smaller the likelihood of finding anything.
"Regarding the handling of you and some sections of your team, it might not be too lenient this time since we haven't yet uncovered any useful information, we cannot rule out that your team's operations were mishandled."
The visitor clearly said this to Fukner.
