Samael Never Lies! 1/3

In the awkward atmosphere, Samael patiently offered a round of earnest persuasion and psychological guidance before finally soothing Brunhilde's emotions.

Then, the Ancient Serpent handed Brunhilde the task of liaising with the Amazon Warriors and keeping the Norse Berserkers and druids in line. Only then did everything return to calm.

Really, some people were better off staying busy, lest they lose their goals when idle and start overthinking.

Samael watched the Valkyrie, newly invigorated and gradually disappearing beyond the corridor, and grumbled inwardly. But when he turned back to the mountain of documents on his desk, piled higher than anyone else's, along with the miscellaneous reports awaiting processing, the Ancient Serpent could no longer take it.

Busy was one thing, but could they at least leave him a way to live?

Were they trying to make him follow in Gilgamesh's footsteps and work himself to death at his desk?

Damn it, a bunch of useless metal scraps bred by democratic politics! Aside from running their mouths, infighting, and hogging all the benefits, none of them could be relied on!

His Majesty the Saint King cursed the utterly rotten administrative staff in the council chamber. With tears nearly in his eyes, and with all power concentrated in his hands, he could only resign himself to burying his head in work.

By noon, after finally clearing roughly half of the urgent matters, the dizzy Samael felt his stomach growl.

Just then, the aroma of food wafted in from the doorway.

Lamb chops... date porridge... and flatbread...

Samael raised his head, closed his eyes, and inhaled, immediately identifying the dishes. He then opened his eyes and smiled at the purple-haired Young Goddess Form carrying a food box as she knocked and entered the hall.

The two old friends smiled at each other. One