"That's right, that's right. It wasn't easy getting everything settled. I really don't want to rack my brains over that stuff anymore. Since everyone's here for once, I'd rather talk about something more relaxing."
In the room overlooking the sea, he waved a hand, likewise indicating that he did not want to discuss those troublesome matters.
Eru Beishili then turned to the neatly white-haired old man beside him and gave a teasing smile.
"For example, I never expected even you, Mentor, would accept an invitation like this."
"Proper relaxation and rest are also indispensable parts of research."
Schmidt answered in a low, calm voice, his gaze behind his monocle utterly tranquil. Anyone who knew the mentor even a little understood that this old man, always impeccably groomed from head to toe,
was less an indefatigable research machine than a rational superhuman who used his time efficiently and reasonably.
For instance, he was actually a regular customer at a small coffee and bakery shop in Geneva, appearing there at a fixed time every week.
"There you go again. You say that, but Mentor, you definitely came because my junior made the Dark Energy Crystal and started the engine,"
"and you bear some responsibility for this incident. You needed to be here in case Lady Van Helsing asked for an explanation, right?"
Eru Beishili teased him with a smiling expression. As a student of the mentor himself, he knew full well that Schmidt was the kind of person who would say nothing as long as there was no problem.
Roughly imagining how Klim must have felt, believing that no one expected anything of him, he spoke helplessly.
"Anyway, Mentor, you've never given him any verbal affirmation, have you?"
"Hmph. An unfounded guess."
Hearing that, the mentor merely snorted faintly and replied without