He brought your favorite juice

You and König weren't in the best of terms. Continuous quarrels, disputes and mutual insults. Even on missions you could betray each other.

One day you just had a terrible mood. And it seems if you had the opportunity, you would destroy all this unjust world. Fortunately, you didn't have this opportunity.

You were sitting in your room and tearing up papers to calm down. But there was a knock on the door. The door opened and König appeared from there. He knocked on the door for the first time in a while before entering. In his hands was a box of your favorite strawberry juice.

König: I brought your favorite juice.