"Leon! You're in trouble!"
The female officer, who had developed even darker circles under her eyes, slammed the tray on the table with a loud clang, then sat down heavily across from Leon, whispering with annoyance in her eyes,
"I already know, you were the one who attacked the Boarding Tower!"
"..."
"Oh."
After a few seconds of silence, Leon speared half a piece of meat pudding with a fork and placed it on the female officer's plate, then poured half of his soup into her bowl.
"Sorry for causing you trouble."
"..."
And then what? That's it?
After waiting for a while without hearing more, the female officer, gritting her teeth in anger, couldn't help but snap,
"Is that all? You have nothing else to say to me?"
"..."
"Um... today's pudding is made with eye fillet, it has an excellent texture, and it's topped with Aunt Diana's special sauce. I was worried you wouldn't have time to eat because of overworking, so I got two extra pieces..."
