“When a system runs as flawlessly as ours, it doesn’t require to borrow from any adaptation,” Integral pointed out knowingly. She was a member of the shadow government, one of the twelve seats that defended Her Majesty, and she had been since she was twelve years old. Certainly she would know that the real power behind the public figureheads were aware of what they were doing with patriotism fervour. “It has been the same since its mythical foundation centuries ago with the upgrades necessary to the new times ahead.” Those were truly King Arthur and the Round Table known as the knights of the Twelve Conventions, the surviving institutions that had been legends across the ages.
Her fair coloured brows knitted together, recalling their many conversations. What an unexpected coincidence in a place like this. “This is a surprise, Mr. McDonald. I had assumed that evil lawyers briefed together to do their virgin sacrifices at this time,” Integra observed with a laced sarcasm in the word evil. She returned the steady shake and loosened her hold. “I should have assumed you were looking for the ceremony book to begin with your mates.”
She smiled unapologetically. “The diversity of opinions has increased amongst the herd lately. Perhaps there is still hope for humanity in this place.”