"Lord Bishop, there is unfinished work. You cannot rest yet."
"Got it, got it."
Otto answered lazily. The back of his head slammed into the chair back, and the office chair immediately folded down into a wheeled recliner. He lay there and silently glided through the hall.
Otto could play however he wanted.
This was his territory.
Faced with such an unreliable BOSS, Amber could only shake her head and sigh. She hurried after Otto to remind him to complete the bishop's duties—mainly doing nothing himself, ordering others around, and inspecting their results.
That was the bishop's job, not Otto's job.
"Theresa, you are so powerful!"
The academy principal walked slowly out of the room with a cold expression, immediately receiving Zhao Bai's cheers and admiration. She was not carried away by it; instead, she suddenly calmed down.
She began to consider the consequences of doing this.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, Theresa felt an abrupt chill of clarity. She looked at Zhao Bai and Bronya, who were sitting on the sofa playing Overcooked!, wearing an utterly baffled expression. She quietly spoke up, as though asking them, but even more as though questioning herself.
"If I do this, how will Grandpa punish me?"
"..."
That was a difficult question to answer. Zhao Bai paused the game and thought for a while before replying nervously, "There is nothing we can do if he sees it that way, but Otto will think you have been fooled by someone again. He will look for the person who fooled you instead of coming directly to trouble you. Don't worry."
Theresa did not feel any better. Instead, her mood became even heavier.
She raised her voice and asked as if she lacked confidence, "Are you saying...