Every time a mission is completed, the TF141 squad celebrated at the bar, where everyone drank and had fun with their colleagues. Usually even my reserved ones also joined their colleagues, but that was not the same for König, he usually stayed in one of the dark corners observing the surroundings.

You were sitting in front of the counter, seated on one of those high stools next to Alejandro, who was practically drunk and kept bothering you.

Alejandro: "C'mon... Let's drink more!! Night's still young."

But ignoring that, something seemed to bother you. You could feel a pair of eyes on your back. To tell the truth, it wasn't just now—since you entered here, those eyes have been on you from the moment you entered there.

Obviously, it was König, the Colonel. He seemed to be quite mysterious at times, maybe always. You didn't know how he was with close people, was he rude? Serious? Or maybe much more relaxed than usual, or maybe shy? Well, that didn't answer the fact that he was staring at you and drilling holes in your back with his gaze.