Isaac

“A word of advice: I recommend that only active and understaffed personnel be selected from the College. You can shorten your training schedule and quickly refine your college graduates with various advice. ”

According to Libya, Isaac was looking at the file, "Tak! ’I closed it out loud and handed it over to Libya.

“All in. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“ ……. ”

In an unexpected remark, Rizzley looks at Libria with her eyes wide, and Isaac turns to face Libria's cool gaze as if it were funny.

“Haven't you heard? Tell the volunteers to come to the college and get ready for training. ”

“I'm sure I did. There are up to fifty people allowed in Central. ”

According to Libya, Isaac said, "Tsk! ’He kicked his annoying tongue and said to Libria with a pathetic look.

“Does my training look that good? You don't think they'll give up? ”

“Don't ignore the Central agents. They are elites who endure painful training. That's why I gave you advice on building a security guard. ”

“Do you want to bet how many people are going out? ”

“ ……. ”

"Let's do it!" Livilla's mouth is about to fall, and her instincts barely restrain her based on the accumulated information.

“Why, are you not confident? You think those elite agents who are so proud are gonna give up? You said it couldn't be. It's just a saying. You're already admitting it in your mind, right? Right?"

This is a trap. The constant alarm of rationality and instinct that should not be coerced resonates, but Isaac makes a bet in spite of the warning sound.

“Oh, shit! Let's do it! ”

In Libya's abusive remark, Isaac giggled and Rizzley covered his ears with both hands, "I didn't hear anything. ’I expressed my whole body.