"Hello, Ronald."
"Would you take me out for a dinner?"
In Ronald's apartment on the third floor, the two of them had spent the entire afternoon sharing information they each had.
Thus, before they knew it, evening had arrived.
The sun hung slanted over the sea to the west, and outside, one could occasionally hear the voices of people returning from work or school.
In such an atmosphere, Heiloice suggested with a smile,
"Think about it—"
"Considering I came to see you as soon as something happened on your side, treating me to a meal shouldn't be too much, right?"
"..."
Ronald looked her up and down with a hint of confusion in his voice:
"I thought you were very busy, weren't you?"
"Do you really have the time to go have dinner with me?"
When it came to work, Heiloice's expression instantly became serious.
Walking over to the balcony to draw back the curtain, she gazed out at the Wis River before responding to Ronald in a subtle tone:
