"He's waiting upstairs."
A tea house owned by the Golden Turtle Company.
The lights were off as if it wasn't open for business, but the door wasn't locked.
Upon entering, a waiting employee guided Rosalia as if they had been expecting her.
"You've got quite the setup."
Rosalia snorted at the magical engravings carved on the doors and walls, opening the door without knocking.
"You've arrived?"
Gerhard was waiting inside. But Gerhard wasn't alone.
"That invitation was rougher than I expected."
"Since you're someone who wouldn't budge without being called roughly, I had to be a bit aggressive. I apologize."
"The reason you called me?"
"Please sit down first."
"I'd like you to know that just being here is already quite a concession on my part."
"You must sit. Do you think that letter was a simple invitation?"
Gerhard didn't back down at all. He tapped the table with his fingers, not avoiding Rosalia's cold gaze.
"Results are about to come out. You want to pull out now?"
