"Gwen," Luke called.
"Y—yes, Chris—I mean Master Luke?" Casey said nervously.
Luke closed his eyes and turned his face away from Casey making the girl a little confused.
"You're making me lose concentration," Luke sighed as he sipped his iced vanilla latte.
"S-sorry, I really can't act ..." Casey said with a sad face feeling useless to Luke.
"Not that."
"Eh? Then what?"
Luke sighed, shaking his head quickly to stop thinking about anything else. "No, forget it."
On the other hand, there was a woman who had been watching their interactions for a long time. Her face was cold and the aura around her was a little dark.
"Luke."
Luke and Casey both turned to the source of the voice. Luke's eyebrows shot up when he realized who had just called out to him. "Oh, Irene. What's wrong?" Luke asked.
"... you practiced dialogue with your assistant?" Irene asked, her gaze now turning to Casey.
