Seven was told not to approach her at that moment, and he obeyed even though he felt very sorry. He knew that Rolanda had every reason to be mad at him because he knew he was pretty foolish, as Whisky had stated, but now, he was short of what to do.
"What do I do now, Whisky?" Seven asked the moment he stepped into his room.
MWWW!
"Honestly, master. This should be the last time you ask for my opinion. After all, you don't regard them as something useful!"
"Well..." Seven shook his head out of frustration, clenching his fist.
Then he stayed silent for a moment, hesitating...
"I'm sorry..."
MWWW!
"You and I know I'm not the one you should be telling this," Whisky was very mad as he said this...
Seven could clearly sense it, but what could he do?
