"Mr. Dixon, have you taken your medication? You should avoid drinking alcohol after taking medicine."

Mitchel set the glass aside, querying, "All set?"

"Yes, no hitches. We've ensured not even a whisper will disturb tomorrow."

Mitchel's gaze pierced the distance, a calm determination evident.

“Excellent. You'll be stationed in the field tomorrow for assistance."

Matteo hesitated. “Mr. Dixon, perhaps it's prudent I remain by your side."

Considering Mitchel's frailty, Matteo dared not stray far.

Mitchel's impending "wedding" spurred Matteo to redouble his efforts, ensuring every detail was meticulously attended to before hastening back.

Matteo's fervent desire was to stand sentinel beside Mitchel during this crucial juncture. The memory of a prior explosive incident fueled his resolve. He'd go to any lengths to prevent its recurrence, even if it meant sacrificing himself for Mitchel's sake.

Matteo's loyalty was deeply ingrained, rooted in two fundamental aspects. Firstly, Mitchel had recognized his latent potential when others had not, investing time and effort to cultivate it. Secondly, it was Mitchel's astuteness and expertise that commanded Matteo's respect.

Mitchel's strategic prowess was akin to a sturdy vessel navigating financial tempests, ensuring Ambrosia's economic stability and shielding it from foreign interference.

Matteo's deep-seated belief in safeguarding national pride and thwarting foreign dominance aligned seamlessly with Mitchel's vision.

Hence, Matteo vowed to shield Mitchel, a valuable asset to the nation, at any cost.

"No need. The external situation is as vital. I can't entrust it to others," Mitchel declared, seated in the harsh light. A pang of distress momentarily gripped Matteo, fearing the loss of Mitchel.

But it was only a moment, as Matteo trusted in Mitchel's judgment.

His Lips set in a firm line, Mitchel continued, "W will accompany me."

W, entrusted with overseeing Mitchel's ventures abroad, stood as a paragon of capability. His prowess rivaled Matteo's own, both in skill and combat acumen. Yet, what set W apart was his extensive experience in navigating perilous external assignments. Having braved countless dangers, W's adaptability surpassed even Matteo's, honed to a razor's edge by trials endured in distant lands.

Matteo's apprehension eased. "Understood, Mr. Dixon."

"You may leave now." Mitchel's weariness betrayed by the sagging of his frame as he settled into the chair.

Matteo nodded and left.