The Real Model Worker-Aventurine

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"Welcome, esteemed shareholder Stellaron Hunters, to the Grand Theater. Please allow me to introduce myself to the newly joined members of the Express Crew. I am Aventurine, the current bishop of Penacony's Destiny Church."

"You may simply call me Aventurine. I also happen to see Mr. Sunday, who abandoned his own foundation to become a Stellaron Hunter."

"You left behind such a mess that it took me a long time to straighten everything out."

Aventurine looked at Sunday and spoke with obvious sarcasm.

"It seems Mr. Aventurine is quite suited to this place. Isn't it far more comfortable here than at the company?"

Sunday returned the jab with a smile. The two men smiled as they looked at each other, but their gazes seemed to clash like drawn blades.

Aventurine still held a grudge over Sunday confiscating his suitcase and interrogating him with Harmony.

Sunday did not think much of Aventurine either.

If Aventurine had not been appointed by Theresa, Sunday would never have willingly let him take charge of the foundation here.

Still, life as a Stellaron Hunter was incredibly carefree now. He no longer had to worry about the Family's messes, and he could explore and live alongside his adorable younger sister, Ms. Nightingale.

Such wonderful days made Sunday even less willing to return and become a hard-working drudge.

"You...!"

Aventurine understood Sunday's hidden meaning as well. Sunday simply did not want to come back and work himself to the bone, so Aventurine could keep laboring here alone~

"Alright, alright, you two enemies, don't start arguing again."

"By the way, how does this Holy Grail War work?"

March 7th interrupted the two rivals, who were practically hissing