Maeve yawned.
Honestly, she found the meeting a little boring.
She had not been with the Communion for long, and before that, she had been nothing more than an ordinary laundress. Her only responsibility was to welcome new Believers, though she occasionally went on missions with Elsa to help Believers who had lost control.
Simply put, she went out to fight.
She knew little about the tangled love and hatred between Dorothea and Elsa, and had barely even met Eleanor. The Night Watch Bureau, Everhart-all of it seemed like a story far too remote from Maeve.
So her mind wandered during the meeting.
She turned to glance beside her. Simon, on the other hand, was listening with great interest and even taking notes from time to time, making her seem all the more idle.
So Maeve quietly turned sideways and stroked the Golden-Haired Dog beside her.
When had it arrived?
She could not remember.
As Maeve rubbed its head, the big dog gave a goofy grin and licked her fingers with its warm tongue.
"Oh, you naughty thing!"
Maeve muttered under her breath and wiped her slobber-covered fingers on its fur, only to make it lick even more enthusiastically.
Maeve could not help giggling.
Suddenly, Simon nudged her foot with his.
Holding the Golden-Haired Dog, Maeve glared at him in annoyance, then sensed something was wrong.
At some point, the room had fallen silent, and everyone was looking at her.
Maeve froze, then hastily tossed the dog aside and sat up properly, looking guilty.
But the gazes directed at her did not turn away. Maeve glanced awkwardly at Vanessa, then quickly looked away. "I-I'll accept my punishment too."
But Vanessa did not let her off. She pointed straight over. "Yes, that's the one!"
Although Maeve felt it was rather rude