Elsewhere.
At one of the Organization's Logistics strongholds.
A capable subordinate stared at Calvados's latest request. "..." A psychiatrist?
Asking for a place to stay would have been one thing—so long as there was money, they could always find one. But a psychiatrist... Where was the Organization supposed to find one of those now?
Organization Cadres who walked the Dark World were naturally suspicious. Few of them would feel comfortable placing themselves in the hands of a psychiatrist.
Since the demand was not as great as one might imagine, the Organization did not keep that many doctors on staff.
Their numbers had already been small, and a few had carelessly died. Of those remaining, some were away on business, while others had caught wind of something and racked their brains to arrange transfers elsewhere. The occasional stragglers were personal doctors reserved for certain high-ranking figures, not people who could be handed out to whoever asked...
After a moment of headache-inducing thought, the capable subordinate looked toward a supervisor who happened to be passing by and quietly asked, "Um, do we currently have any psychiatrists?"
The supervisor: "!" It had come!
He set down his coffee cup and examined his subordinate through lenses clouded with mist. The more he looked, the more convinced he became that this guy must have had another boss all along.
"Come to think of it, perhaps that silencing operation just now was actually this brat using work as an excuse to seek help from 'that thing'... And now he wants a psychiatrist from me as payment for that cadre's intervention?"
"Hmph. Taking and taking—he really is a master at getting something for nothing."
The supervisor sneered inwardly. He dearly wanted to spray coffee all over the head of this former capable subordinate and tell him to