Kevin rarely made requests. He had always been very good at being a dog.
Though the squeaky wheel got the grease, when a child who had behaved for years occasionally tugged at your sleeve and sniffled, you really found it hard to refuse.
In the end, Kallen drew a circle around Commander Dikno's name.
Satisfied, Kevin lay back down on the seat, reminiscence showing in his eyes and a smile spreading across his canine mouth.
Next, Kallen circled four more commanders' names. If Dikno took one slot, two more still needed to be chosen from these four.
The roster's introductions were too brief, after all. Once they reached the First Knight Order Base, he would need to consult detailed accounts of the commanders' lives before making his final decision.
Seeing Kallen close the roster, the two nuns tacitly agreed to do something to keep the already chilly atmosphere from growing colder.
There was a refrigerator beneath their seats, fitted with an ice-attribute crystal. Both bent down and opened it. One took out a glass, and the other took out a glass too. Then both glasses were presented to Kallen together.
Presumably, each had assumed the other would get the drinks, leaving them both holding out glasses as though asking their host, Kallen, for water.
Smiling, Kallen took up the bottle himself. Seeing this, they instinctively withdrew their glasses, but he had already removed the stopper and tilted the bottle to pour. They could only offer their glasses again and, in considerable embarrassment, let Kallen fill them one by one.
"Here, let's have just a little. We mustn't let it interfere with our work."
Kallen raised his glass to them. They responded and each took a sip, then turned red from their earlobes down.
The sisters worked at the College of