"Very well."
Roger stood up.
"I'm waiting for your good news."
Having just walked a few steps, Roger saw the girl controlled by Uma already sitting in the seat he had occupied.
She picked up the half cup of coffee that was left.
"Um... this belongs to the master..."
"Get moving!" Roger said with a face full of annoyance.
The girl sitting in the chair trembled almost imperceptibly, and no one saw her shadow return to normal.
The sunlight outside the window shone on Gawain's face, and for the first time he found the sunlight so blinding.
"Can a Fourth Tier be so shameless?"
Gawain couldn't help but curse softly.
...
Roger no longer wanted to waste any thought on the issue of Margaret; with Gawain's strength being very formidable, dealing with a Third Tier should be a snap of the fingers.
