Medanzo rolled the drawing paper into a ball and was about to use it as kindling, but Yulia quickly snatched it away.
She said, "We might be able to use it later... Besides, there's still plenty of stuff here that can burn. We can spare this much."
Medanzo shrugged and said nothing for the time being. There was nothing wrong with that.
It took the two of them some effort to get a reasonably vigorous fire going. They huddled together and began warming themselves by it. The pleasant heat made their bodies feel warm and relaxed.
"Who is Miss Long?" Medanzo suddenly asked.
Senior Eleven was quite the sharp one... Feeling the lazy comfort spreading through her body, Yulia nearly blurted out the answer.
But...
Senior Eleven didn't know about Miss Long?
She remembered the Black Soul Great Manager's life-lamp shop inside the black ark. There were too many Black Souls for her to count, and Maid Miss certainly couldn't have let her memorize them all.
Or perhaps Miss Long had only met the Boss after Senior Eleven left... That would explain why she didn't know her.
"She's a customer at the shop." After thinking for a moment, she slowly said, "Her relationship with the Boss should be pretty good."
"Should be?"
"Don't get so hung up on the details." Senior Yulia laughed awkwardly. "Besides, whether a customer and the Boss really have a good relationship isn't something employees like us should speculate about."
I can't exactly say that Miss Long is the dragon lady fighting with our Black Soul Great Manager, Maid Miss, over a man... That would get me killed.
"Miss Long looks a lot like Miss Gamma in the painting, doesn't she?" Medanzo said impassively. "I saw you mistake her for Gamma at first glance."
"They do