Farewell to Your Position

"I knew things would end up like this."

Watching the roomful of people chatting boisterously without the slightest discipline, while the Pope, the pinnacle of this world, still seemed unable to process what was happening, Uncle Zagu maintained his trademark worried frown, shrugged, and sighed.

It would have been understandable enough if it were just us, a bunch of troublemakers crashing the scene. But now even Uncle Zagu had swaggered in, making things instantly bizarre. I watched him stand before the Pope with that gloomy expression and suddenly found myself thinking. Before I could speak, however, Louis XIV... oh, the Pope, took the initiative to break the silence.

"I never expected you to be the first to break the agreement. Zagu, how many years has it been since we last met? Did you arrange all this?"

The Pope's voice was low, and his words carried tremendous weight.

The entire room immediately fell silent. Viska, who had been talking with Sandora, glanced over, then suddenly let out a loud whistle. Sandora punched her.

"Interesting, heh." Lilina had somehow wriggled over beside my legs. She rubbed her head against me. "Boss, those two uncles have a thing going on!"

I shuddered and promptly threw the unfortunate Girl away.

The Pope had been constantly misunderstanding our identities from the very beginning, owing to his habit of deciding everything based on his own instincts. We could barely get a word in to explain the situation, and now he had once again concocted an utterly outrageous theory. Faced with the Pope's questioning, Uncle Zagu, whose identity suddenly seemed far more remarkable than expected, merely chuckled. "You're still exactly the same as back then, judging everything solely by yourself. I wouldn't dare arrange for these people to come here. Honestly, even sitting with them lately has