Perhaps last night's ordeal had been too twisted and thrilling; an irresistible wave of exhaustion kept washing over Paul Smith.
Even after drinking an entire bottle of Coolik, he could not stop himself from letting out a huge yawn.
Liam Graves rubbed his temples and pushed the report aside with a complicated expression.
Hearing Paul Smith yawn, he seemed to realize something. "Paul, do you really intend to submit a report like this to me?"
"According to the report, what you did was actually quite limited..." He raised his head slightly, watching Paul Smith's expression. "You understand what I mean."
"Director Graves, of course I understand what you mean." Paul Smith nodded and set down his drink. "But that's how the whole thing happened. We really didn't do much..."
"In fact, I think that without Mr. Lovegood's help last night, we might have been posthumously awarded a 'Medal of Honor.' But what would have been the point?"
"For me, I would rather see my child grow up and hope that he sees me as an example. And if I want that, then no matter what, I need to possess the qualities of a role model, right?"
"As for Will and the others... before returning to MACUSA, they had already discussed this with me. What they were really hoping for was a bonus."
"Besides, we know our own magical abilities. And if we really received something that didn't belong to us, whether we could bear that burden was something we had to consider as well."
Liam Graves nodded. "It seems you have all thought this through clearly. Then I know how to explain it to the president."
"Paul, I believe it isn't just your child... Will and the others will also see you as an example. Otherwise, they would not have