"Of course, no problem!"
"Also, for the other team's three rooms, if they don't order room service that day, count it as ordered anyway and convert the meal costs into Point Vouchers for me. Your commission on that can be a little higher. If they ask, put the blame on me."
Why would those rich young men want complimentary meals? They preferred ordering their own dishes at the restaurant.
"Certainly, rest assured. Understood. Is there anything else?"
"With hotels like these within the church, you should all know one another, right?"
"Well, I do know a few friends."
"Do you know anyone at the Ankara Hotel in York City District?"
"I really don't. It's too far away."
"Oh, all right."
"But don't worry. It's just a phone call, very simple. Everyone knows Point Vouchers, after all."
"Good. Thanks for your help."
"You're too kind. I'll take my leave, then."
After the Logistics Director left, Kallen noticed everyone present eating faster. Starting tomorrow, they would no longer get to eat this.
Kallen stretched, raised his glass of ice water, and said, "To the future!"
Everyone immediately picked up their glasses and raised them, saying in unison:
"To the future!"
That evening, Kallen read until the early hours before he felt sleepy. He put down his book and glanced toward the door.
Ventura was sleeping on bedding laid out on the floor there.
Kallen had told him to go upstairs and sleep in his room, but he had flatly refused, worried that what had happened to his captain last night would happen again.
Lying in bed with his eyes closed, Kallen still felt somewhat afraid-afraid he would have the same dream again tonight.
After falling asleep,
Kallen found himself dreaming of the same scene as the previous night.
The War Scythe