The door closed behind the bespectacled woman and the ashen-haired girl.
The quartermaster sighed and stood up and waved at the bruiser 97-F to do the same.
"So her name is Wrath? Just like one of the southern territories..."
Bruiser 97-F fidgeted, too busy looking at the door to notice the quartermaster's gesture.
"After hearing those two talk, I think it's safe to assume that it's not just some coincidence - and that girl is from THE Wrath family."
"...!"
The man shrugged his shoulder and made the boy flinch and lower his head.
"How old are you again?"
The quartermaster asked.
"Fourteen years old, sir!"
The boy responded.
"Then, what's the matter kiddo?"
The quartermaster made a surprisingly friendly smile and asked as his demeanor changed completely.
The boy fidgeted and glanced at him, unsure how to start.
