Roland was designing the pattern of the medal for tomorrow's honors ceremony. This peripheral job should have been finished long ago. However, Roland had been in a state of anxiety since this afternoon.
More accurately, after Nightingale kissed him.
Roland had been vaguely aware of Nightingale's affection for him before, but because she did not confide, Roland did not ask. However, it was certain now. How should he reply to her feelings?
Nightingale's behavior made him know that he did not hate her, but even at that he felt a bit pompous. Who would hate a beautiful, composed girl who spent every day with him? Roland could not respond to her because of how his thoughts had developed over 20 years, the real problem that he would face... and Anna. Especially the last point, he would not be able to ignore Anna and only follow his own wishes.
Or he would have to entrust these problems to time.
Suddenly, there were sounds of knocking at the door.
