"...Ah, back to life."
Miss Croix let out a long sigh of relief, then hurriedly turned to Graham behind her and said, "Dean Graham, I will help clean this up later!"
The elderly man didn't pay her any attention, just glanced at her expressionlessly and walked towards his desk with his bone-white cane.
Miss Croix quickly followed, pouring a glass of water for Graham.
Old Graham glanced at her and spoke slowly, "Is there anything else?"
"I just want to get some revenge before I leave, let off some steam... so I'd like to ask for your advice," she said.
Miss Croix huffed. She clearly still felt somewhat unreconciled... mainly because of the loss of her assets, which pained her heart.
"I'll just remind you that The Association's task for you is already completed, Miss Croix."
Graham held the water cup and drawled in Irisian Language, "If I were you, I'd immediately hide out in the countryside. As soon as things die down a bit, I'd go straight back to my country."
