Theus raised his head from the throne. After glancing around and confirming that nothing was amiss, he finally gave a wry smile.
He had been so busy lately that even returning to descend into this body had to be squeezed into his schedule.
Castel was still recovering from devastation, and its affairs were countless. That was one reason; the other was that all the people who had previously helped share his administrative burden were gone.
Chloe, who had been in charge of research, had died. Richard, her replacement, might have been better at biology and medicine, but he lacked Chloe's obsession with research. Theus always got the feeling that he was just clocking in and out from nine to five. He completed every task assigned to him, but his efficiency was far below Chloe's.
Why had all his employees stopped grinding lately? You were already a cultist, yet you still went to work so calmly. Weren't you ashamed?
Meanwhile, Alexei, who had once handled administrative affairs, was now focused on reorganizing the Faithguard Army. He had also taken over the Church affairs of Empire Truth, which were extremely important, so all the administrative work had piled onto Theus.
Misfortunes never came alone. Connor, the old butler renowned for his reliability, who had always silently taken care of everything at Theus's side, had disappeared along with the airship. Theus was truly bitter inside. He wanted someone to take over the administrative work for him, but he simply could not find anyone!
The island's original corps of civil officials were mostly useless drunks. Though Theus had ruthlessly reorganized them and they had attended the island's advanced classes, their limits were right there. They were utterly unreliable.
As for the commoners who had graduated from the advanced classes, there was no problem with