Cun Shangyou was feeling very melancholy today.
"...I've looked over your file. It's quite impressive—you complete your work exceptionally well, you're full of energy, and remarkably adaptable."
The speaker was a witch seated behind her desk. In theory, she belonged to the Night Watchers, but at the moment she was also Cun Shangyou's superior: Tajima Chinatsu, deputy head of the Rainy Night Club's executive department.
She lavished praise upon Cun Shangyou of the Silver Knights, her flattering words flowing in an endless stream.
"Cun-kun's past achievements are truly astonishing."
As she spoke, Tajima Chinatsu slipped into "the language of her homeland."
And that was one of the reasons for Cun Shangyou's melancholy—though, honestly, not the biggest one.
After hesitating for a moment, Cun Shangyou answered honestly in Mandarin tinted with a southern accent:
"Director Tajima, my surname is Cun, and my given name is Shangyou. I'm Chinese."
Ms. Tajima's expression instantly became awkward, and her slightly bun-like cheeks turned red at once.
"Oh my."
She murmured:
"This really is..."
Awkward.
Cun Shangyou mentally finished her superior's sentence, but expertly skipped past that topic. Wearing a faint, polite smile, she said at an unhurried pace:
"Ever since I was little, my surname and given name have caused quite a few amusing incidents. If you're willing, Director, I could share some embarrassing stories from my childhood."
Fun fact: when you were with a deputy director, if you could avoid mentioning the word "deputy," then avoid it.
Cun Shangyou had been cautious all her life. Whenever she encountered leaders whose titles included "deputy," she even called the "side effects" of drinking potions "secondary effects," ensuring that she never stepped on a landmine.
Though chatting about childhood with one's superior was not ideal and carried the risk of stepping on a landmine...
It was