"Your Holiness, this is last month's financial report."
"Your Holiness, this is this month's list of expenditures."
"Your Holiness, donations from the Church of Law and Order, the Church of the Fool, the Church of All-Nature, and the Church of Light have arrived. After deducting daily expenses, there is still a surplus. How should it be handled?"
"Your Holiness, the first batch of prosthetic limbs commissioned from the Church of Steam and Machinery has been shipped. Here is the preliminary distribution list."
"Your Holiness..."
In Feynapotter, within the Chapel of the Bound of the Church of the Suffering, Reinette Tingenicol was rapidly dealing with the documents constantly being delivered to her. Since the God of Suffering had skipped work, all prayers had been redirected to her, and she also had to oversee all manner of church affairs.
Sharron had originally been able to help, but she had run off somewhere during the Day of Indulgence and still had not returned. Among the upper ranks of the Church of the Suffering's headquarters, only Reinette and Marich remained.
Marich still had to handle Extraordinary Commissions...
"Ugh..." Reinette Tinekerr looked at the ever-growing pile of documents before her and the increasing number of voices in her mind. Finally letting herself go, she yanked hard at her own head and actually tore off that beautiful head. Before the eyes of the believers reporting their work, she tossed it upward. The head flew into the air and instantly split into more than ten phantoms, hovering there as the headless body leaned back in its chair to rest. For a moment, everyone exchanged looks—
*No wonder she could become the Pope of the Church of the Suffering. At most, the rest of us lose an arm or a leg, but she just takes off her