Rustle, rustle, rustle...
"Sigh..."
Click!
"Sigh..."
Thud!
"Sigh..."
At that moment, all sorts of strange noises came from the Principal's Office, punctuated by one sigh after another.
If Solaris had any Jujutsu Sorcerers besides Mo Bai and Mo Hei, one passing by might have thought a Cursed Spirit was hiding inside.
Whirr—
Just as Losera was swamped with work, the automatic door sensed someone approaching and slid open.
The Rover stepped inside. One look at her was enough to put anyone at ease.
"Oh, it's you, Rover. I have complete faith in you. I don't even need to ask to know you finished your task before coming back."
Click!
As she spoke, Losera pressed down on her stapler again, binding a stack of papers into a booklet.
Her desk was covered with staplers and the large red seals she needed for stamping documents.
And whenever she had a spare moment, she had to use her phone to message those crafty, money-grubbing people, trying to secure more time and resources for Star Torch Academy.
As for why Losera still used such old-fashioned tools as staplers and seals when she had something as convenient as Feixun...
The wealthy people of the New Federation, with far too much time on their hands, simply liked to make extra work for everyone in the name of elegance.
Watching Losera work was enough to make the Rover feel tired.
Since losing her memory, she had taken part in quite a few missions to save different countries.
But thinking back, she didn't seem to have suffered this kind of mental exhaustion even once.
She could guess some of the reasons Losera was so busy.
With the Tunneler and Aleph-1 gone from Solaris, Star Torch Academy—a vast institution that consumed enormous resources—was gradually losing its purpose.
It was