The door of the Director's office was swung open from outside, and Dragon and Griffin entered.
"My disciple! What do you have for me?"
Katarina stood frozen behind her desk, looking at her teacher while holding the urge to sigh. It had been famous that her teacher had never cared about being polite or even caring about her conduct, even when the older woman sat on the Director's chair 10 years ago.
Yes. Dragon was the past Director of the US Slayer Organization's main office. Two generations ago, to be exact.
"Teacher, please don't do that again."
"You were the one who called me. At least be flexible and allow this old woman to do something like this! Fufufu."
Dragon flopped down on the couch as Griffin fixed the door, which was broken from the force earlier. He used his Spirit Power to at least make the door stick for a moment until the repairmen arrived.
