"No. I've already established contact with most of the Witches who were interested in me. It's time I dealt with the official business that's been piling up."
Westheid shook his head, gesturing for Yolanda to sit down.
"Is something the matter?"
Yolanda paced back and forth in the study, looking this way and that, and said in a drawn-out tone:
"I just wanted to chat with you, if you have the time to waste on me."
Westheid didn't catch the hidden meaning in Yolanda's words and replied:
"Of course we can chat, but I'm busy right now. It would be even better if you could give me a hand."
The platinum-blonde young woman leaned closer to the desk, looking at the cluttered official documents and blueprints on Westheid's desk, and said in surprise:
"Brother, are you still looking at the deployment maps for the border defenses? I thought, sitting here in the rear and indulging in a world of pleasure, you'd stopped caring about the lukewarm war on the frontier."
