Varian sat on the lush green grass, still wet with the morning dew.
It was a a clearing on the side of a quiet lake behind cloudy hills.
Every blade of grass, every petal of flower, every tree, every plant—it was so breathtaking that Varian wondered if he was soiling the perfection of this place by stepping into the scenery.
"Just so you know, I don't think you'll have a good future if I fail here. Instead of staying silent like you were for the past week, I am expecting to help me out however you can atleast now."
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"Logos." Varian's voice turned stern. "It's a minimum curtesy to reply when you're spoken to."
[Haaa~] An exhausted sigh sounded in his mind in the original soft voice that was usually masked by a mechanical sound.
[The situation is not dangerous.]
"Are you mad? I barely have time to catch up with him eve after all this." Varian wanted to slap the idiot.
The timeflow was adjusted to nearly 1500.