Eta was Steve's secretary, a short, plump, cheerful woman.
She loved this job. In times like these, the pay and workload were the stuff of many people's dreams.
But after finding her boss, Steve, she felt that she might soon be out of work.
In her eyes, Steve was young and promising, highly capable in every respect, undoubtedly an outstanding agent and even a warrior.
To disguise himself as suitable targets, he had also accumulated a broad range of knowledge and dabbled in all sorts of fields.
But seeing him bury his head in a copy of First-Year Foundations of Magic Theory, occasionally gesturing with his hands, made her feel that her final task before leaving this job would probably be finding him a suitable psychiatrist.
Especially when she saw the other two fellow patients beside Steve exchanging words nonstop, she even pulled out her own little notebook and started looking up the number for a mental hospital.
"Eh? Eta, this isn't the way to give my report."
Steve, who had been reading with his head down in the carriage until he felt a little dizzy, looked at the scenery outside and spoke to his secretary in confusion.
Eta immediately began to sob, saying reproachfully, "Steve, it's all my fault. I didn't care about you enough. I never considered the pressure you were under. Relax. Forget about work today. I'll take you somewhere nice to rest and unwind. You'll get better soon."
"I think she's treating you like a patient."
Although Diana was innocent, her instincts were exceptionally sharp. She said it with utmost seriousness from the side.
Steve raised his hand and looked at the cover of the book he was holding.
Well, he had initially thought they were lunatics too. This misunderstanding did seem rather normal...
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