This humorous situation was making it hard for Knight Wiggins to keep a straight face and suppress his laughter. It was so hard, in fact, that he was sweating prodigiously under his clothes.

What a lamentable thing it was that the masks worn by the knights of the Round Table didn't hide their mouth area! Knight Wiggins would've disconnected the mic and guffawed to his heart's content if only the mask hid his whole face.

Just the distorted shape of Knight Leveaux's mouth alone, visible below his mask, was enough to give Wiggins a month of relaxing sleep. Look how panicked and agog that mouth was!

'Wearing a mask must be such a blessing for you right now, Knight Leveaux.'

Droplets of sweat could be seen trickling down Leveaux's jaw area below the white mask covering his face from forehead to nose. Leveaux was so flustered by the news that he had forgotten his usual impeccable manners and relaxed attitude and didn't even bother to wipe the sweat away.

This situation was proving to be a tonic for Wiggins' weary soul.

If he could, Wiggins wouldn't have minded sitting back and cracking open a few beer cans, but he was an adult who knew how to control his urges. Those beers could wait until the end of this conference.

This video conference was hastily convened by Wiggins right after Elena finished making her report. Convening a conference like this always required a lot of effort, and Wiggin needed to expend a lot of his mental...