Chapter 844

At the top-floor conference room of Arasaka Tower, Arasaka Michiko sat opposite Sessen, posture as composed as ever. She listened to the topic Sessen had thrown onto the table—the question of Arasaka’s heir—and unconsciously repeated it.

“Heir?” Michiko’s tone was steady, carrying just the right touch of respect. “If you’re raising this, Uncle, you must already have someone in mind.”

Arasaka Sessen nodded.