Guild
Qian Guang dealt with the documents before him with a headache. Luckily, Mira was helping beside him, or he would probably have dropped dead from exhaustion.
In the end, he had not gotten involved in the incident of defeating the evil tycoon and rescuing the pink-haired maid.
Seeing how idle he was, the guild master had simply handed him all the documents from the past few years. There were complaint letters—well, those could just be burned. Too bad that fire-eating mutt was not around.
Then there were compensation claims, job requests, and so on.
The master was slacking off way too much. How had so many piled up?
Qian Guang had originally wanted to run away too, but that little old man had looked at him with such pitiful eyes. And among everyone in the guild, it seemed that aside from him, only Mira could handle this.
In the end, so Mira would not have to suffer—though those pitiful puppy-dog eyes had also played a major role—Qian Guang had worked here all day.
"Ah, I'm done for. After this, it'll take me at least two or three months to recover my energy. Not even a Spirit Bomb could save me."
Mira added some liquor to his special straw cup and covered her mouth as she chuckled. Still, this really had been hard on him.
"Oh, little sister Mira, bring us another three bottles of beer."
"Coming right up."
Mira began her usual work. She enjoyed the feeling of being able to help everyone and be together with them.
"Ah, how wonderful. Little sister Mira, next time, go out with m—"
Bang
Before Wakaba could finish speaking, a paper ball hit him squarely in the head.
A red-eyed man with his chest exposed was furiously working through a stack of