Dueling a pile of paperwork, he has no hammering hand and eye movements. One after the other.

"Something's wrong. I'm impressed."

"We will be if we grow up, too. You won't be able to stay like you are now..."

Sing the present. Yeah, sounds good.

If you did your best, what more could you do?

Hundreds of people in this bureau are encouraged to work. It's called a business.

There will be departmental moves, and sleazy subordinates and bosses... as if they stirred their brains just by taking into account.

"What kind of work would Maricana want to do if she were a commoner?

"Work...... right. Bookstore clerk... flowers are fine... and the clerk is hard to throw away..."

He hears that my gaze turns to Master Calcirast.

"What is the conclusion?

"I do a lot of work year after year...... I want to do a lot of things. Greed, I guess?