While Miss Justice was proudly informing several members of The Tarot Club about the progress of the government employee examination, Melissa sat in a café near King's Avenue in Backlund, gently stirring her lemon tea with a ceramic spoon. From time to time, she gazed out the window shrouded in White Mist. Watching the fog grow dense again, she reached out and lightly wiped the glass clean, clearing a patch that was fairly visible.
As her gaze grew slightly unfocused while she stared into the distance outside, a set of footsteps suddenly stopped beside her. Melissa turned her head warily, only to see a young man with the air of a poet. The most distinctive thing about him was the pair of bright red gloves on his hands.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Leonard. Is something the matter?"
"Good afternoon, Melissa. Are you waiting for Benson?" Seeing how worried the young woman looked, Leonard knowingly asked a needless question. Seemingly realizing he was stating the obvious, he changed course and comforted her, "Don't worry. Benson has a solid foundation, and after becoming a Lawyer, his memory has improved significantly. He'll definitely pass."
"Mm, I know." There was an inexplicable chill in Melissa's tone. It was not that she disliked the young man before her, but rather because... his position was simply too awkward.
After all, this was the gentleman who had delivered Klein's compensation payment to their home.
It always made Melissa feel as though she owed him an enormous favor, along with a huge sum of money. Most helplessly, she could not even reasonably return that money to him or the Church.
Leonard naturally understood the young woman's awkwardness, because he was awkward too. Over the past month, during breaks between missions, he had always stopped by to visit the Moretti