Doctor Stone, oh Doctor Stone, you really wield great power, able to sway the emotions of the mighty marshal himself. Truly a vexing little seductress!
Upon arriving at the dining room, Walter Schmidt sat down and, out of habit, began to peruse the international news in the newspaper.
Breakfast had already been served, and the table was full. The man looked on for ten minutes, with no intention of starting his meal.
Frederick stood by, scrutinizing the man's face, aware that he was in a good mood. He wanted to speak up several times but ultimately held back.
"What do you want to say?" Just as Frederick hesitated and furrowed his brows in worry, Walter turned his head, and his sharp eyes swept over.
"Marshal..." Frederick stepped forward, plucking up his courage, "...Miss called the night before last. She said she doesn't want to continue with university any longer. If you give her a fixed allowance each month, then just let her be responsible for herself!"
