"Oh, our Little Kallen is finally back. The Radio Fairy said Mavario sent for you? The Order Knight said to be Marchetini's successor, skilled at making War Equipment and developing War Spell Arts?"
"Yes."
"What did he want with you?"
"Counseling. Taixisen was his grandfather."
"Oh, then he really did find the right person. Probably not many people know you once worked as a psychologist to pay the rent.
"So, did he pay you any Point Vouchers?"
"No."
"Then did he give you any Spell Scrolls?"
"Not those either."
"What a loss, meow!"
"Heh."
Kallen reached out and rubbed Puer's back. A cat's back felt the best, especially since Puer had put on a little weight lately, making it feel even better.
This cat really was something. After drifting at sea for so long, she had gained weight rather than lost it.
But he couldn't say that out loud, or she would be depressed for days again and start clamoring about skipping dinner.
"Oh, right, the Radio Fairy said we're going back tomorrow evening. The Teleportation Magic Formation sent word that they can teleport us straight back to the York City District."
"That's good. Saves us the trouble of transferring."
"Yes, and we paid our own way on this Observation Delegation trip, so we'd have to cover the transfers ourselves too. But tomorrow evening's teleportation definitely won't cost us any Point Vouchers. What a bargain, meow!"
"Since when did you start caring about Point Vouchers?"
"Of course I have to care. Otherwise, I feel so guilty drinking coffee every afternoon when all of you live so simply."
"I wouldn't call it simple. I think my living conditions are quite good."
"I can only feel at ease if everyone splurges together. Otherwise, it makes me look like the only inconsiderate one."