After pastries and tea, Ventura walked Kallen and Alfred to the apartment entrance as they left.
"Thank your grandmother again for me. Her pastries suit my tastes very well."
"Thank you. Grandma will be delighted to hear your praise."
After parting ways, Kallen and Alfred got into the car.
"Young Master, the benefactor of Ventura's family was actually Master Dis."
Alfred had recognized him too. After all, he had once been an evenly matched opponent of Dis.
"Yes."
"In that case, it would only be natural for Ventura to become your subordinate in the future, Young Master."
"No, nothing is only natural. Grandpa probably helped them back then as an experiment. Although they benefited from the final outcome, it was essentially an equal exchange between both parties.
"Their gratitude is their business. There's no need for us to label ourselves their benefactors.
"Besides, we can't let anything about Grandpa become public."
"You're right, Young Master."
"All right, let's go home. I want to rest."
The next afternoon, Kallen was sitting in the study, reading a book and drinking ice water, when the telephone rang.
"Hello, Pavarro Funeral Society."
"Kallen." The captain's voice came from the receiver. "I almost forgot to congratulate you on passing the selection."
"What is it, Captain? Go ahead."
Kallen wasn't naive enough to believe the captain had made this call specifically because he had suddenly remembered his forgotten congratulations.
"Here's the situation. I'm currently on a mission in Sangpu City with most of the squad."
"Why wasn't I notified?"
"We left late last night. Since you still have to prepare for the final selection, I didn't tell you, in case it affected you. Oh, the exact date has been announced. Eight in the morning, the day after tomorrow. You'll still go to the Church Administration