In the end, Nagu still took off his boots, revealing his adorable socks embroidered with golden lion cub patterns.
He had no way to refuse this request.
Hundreds of thousands of citizens were watching the livestream, and every one of them held a vote in their hands. If Nagu wanted to leave the Prison in the future and go a step further to become a City Councilor, he could not do anything that damaged his persona.
This post as Supervisor was something Nagu had specially applied to the Prison for, all to increase his exposure, make the citizens as familiar with his face as possible, and lay the groundwork for competing for a council seat later.
If he could not even satisfy this "tiny little Wish," then forget becoming a councilor—even the Prison would think his image was poor and his public reputation was bad, and would stop letting him serve as Supervisor.
If he lost the position of Supervisor, the easiest post for padding his record and résumé, then before Nagu advanced to Two-Winged Gold, he would be stuck in this Prison as a Prison Guard.
Although the weighing of benefits and losses was perfectly clear, when Nagu held the new boots he had looked forward to for an entire year and had worn for less than a month, sorrow still welled up in his heart, endless and impossible to cut off.
"Hurry up, hurry up. I'm in a rush," Ash urged.
"Can you catch them?"
"I can!"
"When you put them on, your foot has to go straight down vertically, otherwise you'll wrinkle the outer grain."
"I will, I will."
"I actually have another decent pair of boots. Why don't I go back now and get them for you—"
"Throw them over already!"
One Camera Eye let out