They were in a smaller room of the temple, with barriers isolating them from the outside world, allowing for a calmer conversation, away from curious ears. Light was flipping through sheets of paper—a basic summary provided by Pristiela of what she had observed from each apostle before and during the battle. The rabbit-eared girl in front of him waited patiently for his conclusions.
"An excellent résumé for someone so young," he remarked, narrowing his gaze, trying to discern what he truly meant. She felt the sparks of his scrutiny and clarified.
"Don't worry, we appreciate promising youth. Age is never an issue as long as it's compensated by equivalent experience." She was growing impatient, sipping from a cup of green tea, irritated by the tension.
"I see you don't handle stress well under pressure." She bit her lips, the pain keeping her from acting rashly.
