God in the hard disk (3)
A heterogeneous aura that seems to be a mixture of magic and anticipation. It is a stable prayer, as if looking at a blade that has been trained and refined for a long time.
It reminds me of a martial artist…
‘A martial artist?’
The conversation continues while Lennok is lost in thought.
Evelyn put on a worried expression and nodded reluctantly.
“…I’ve been putting it off because I haven’t been able to properly organize the information I need to report yet. I hope you don’t misunderstand.”
“Is that so?”
“Sooner or later, I’ll organize the files through the kids and send them to you. You want that rather than going to the council?”
“If you ever use your hands on information…”
“Your secretary’s office will review it anyway, so do you think you would do that?”
“…”
Evelyn sighed as she stared at the young man who was silent.
“What is a machine that can’t even use a cell phone arguing about?”
“Ghmm… that’s not wrong.”
Seeing the young man stand up without retorting, Lennok opened his mouth slightly.
It was because he had never imagined that there were actually people in this world who couldn’t handle even the most basic mechanical equipment.
Vampires, werewolves, even crocodiles and birds are human beings who live without enjoying the benefits of civilization in this age of using smartphones.
Perhaps he is a rarer and more bizarre person than those sub-species.
“All right. I decided to leave that part up to the secretary’s office, and today I’ll be content with hearing confirmation from the agent’s mouth.”
The young man held the doorknob with a faint smile.
“Because Evelyn Marcia won’t say two words with one mouth.”
“…”
“May the famous magician over there be well too. I hope to see you next time with good news.”
