"To be honest, I'm still quite dazed."
Palmer leaned against the sofa, the hazy morning light casting a holy appearance on his face, like a statue of the Son in a church.
"I met the author I had been yearning for, spent some time with him, participated in a real game hosted by the Devil, and incidentally saw the author's quirky nature."
Palmer lazily leaned against the sofa cushion, feeling a mix of comfort and bewilderment.
A week had passed since their escape from the Joyful Garden, during which, apart from endless reports and recounting their experiences at the Joyful Garden to their superiors, they had done nothing else.
It wasn't until yesterday that Lebius finally let everyone go, stating that the Decision Room had collected enough information and everyone could rest.
Rest, a rare rest, which was expected by Palmer; after every deadly mission, to comply with the faint presence of the labor laws, the Field Operations Department would grant them a vacation.
