"…I asked you where you think you're going."
His tone was calm, but unmistakably laced with anger.
Milleuda turned back slowly, his movements stiff like rusty gears.
"Ahaha… I was just thinking of going to check on a different task, maybe…?"
Thomas stared him down and said coldly, "I'll change quickly. Sit down and wait."
With no choice, Milleuda returned to the sofa while silently holding his head.
Thomas quickly dressed in a T-shirt and his uniform pants before sitting down beside Rafayel, across from Milleuda.
"Milleuda… you didn't say anything unnecessary to Raffy, did you?"
Thomas's expression was serious.
"Uh… well… I mean…"
Milleuda's voice wavered with fear, unable to give a clear answer.
"Speak clearly."
Thomas barked, and Milleuda jumped.
"S-Sorry!"
"Sorry for what, exactly?"
"I said… I said something unnecessary…"
He bowed his head in shame.
"Oh? And what unnecessary thing did you say?"
"…I asked him if he was your nighttime partner…"
