"I will get killed! Yunjin is angry at me, and she will come after me! What should I do? Dimitry, what should I do to make Yunjin forgive me?"
Dimitry had been content to ignore the female sitting in the corner of his office and muttering to herself.
But he could no longer ignore her when she grabbed his shirt and shook him.
"Aerith, let me go! You are making me dizzy. You need to tell me what happened before I can decide or advise you."
Dimitry yelled as he finally freed himself from Lady Aerith's grasp.
As Lady Aerith, usually a beacon of cheerfulness, sat hunched over her papers, a cloud of sadness enveloped her. The transformation was so stark that it made Dimitry's heart ache with sympathy.
It made her look older than Lady Aerith, and the gloomy air annoyed Dimitry.
'I cannot work like this. I don't know why all these people keep coming to me for advice, but I don't think I am cut out for emotional support.'
