Angel's figure took shape inside the consul's office in City Hall in Partis, the "Dream City."
The only person in the room was Goredolf, who had his head lowered as he reviewed documents. This avatar of Amon's loved his work so much that even Angel, the city's actual owner, felt ashamed by comparison. She always felt that his slightly plump body was only ten percent Amon, with the rest made up of the original consul, that descendant of Trunsoest.
Of course, the moment he opened his mouth, his true nature showed.
"You banned Teleportation and other methods of rapid movement throughout the city, but left yourself a loophole just so you could suddenly appear in the office like this?"
"That's one of the little indulgences of power," Angel retorted without hesitation. Then she looked around. "Where's Anne?"
"She went to the edge of the city. The messenger delivering her letter couldn't enter."
Amon pointed out the window as he spoke.
A messenger... It should be a letter from Bernadette. She's the only person who writes to Anne... Angel nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the documents scattered across the desk and asked curiously:
"You handle all these documents by yourself?"
"Most have already undergone preliminary review by my subordinates. I only need to make the final decisions, but if you're willing, I can give you half." Amon rubbed his right eye socket, his expression shifting slightly. "That contracted partner of yours, the consul of Partis, has lived for two thousand years, but aside from fighting, he's less capable than a clerk in City Hall. The newly arrived bishop from the Witch Church worked for one morning and ran off. She'd rather hide in the church preaching than come out again..."
"Tsk, if the law didn't prohibit parasitism, I could split off