Half an hour later.
Lynn raised his head, his eyes flat and lifeless, and looked at the sign on the dust-covered building in front of him. He felt thoroughly singled out.
Several large words were written on it.
[Abnormal Creature Clinic]
And it was the goddamn Difficult Cases Department, too.
The Matriarch had told him that this place treated extremely abnormal creatures with strange illnesses-things that were more or less illnesses, but nothing too serious.
And the creatures who came here for treatment tended to make demands that were difficult to satisfy.
But it certainly was quiet.
Still, Lynn simply could not understand how this job was supposed to suit him.
Bang, bang, bang-
Lynn knocked on the door.
"Anyone here? I'm the intern reporting for duty. The Matriarch sent me!"
When no one answered, Lynn pushed the door open and walked in, his eyes still lifeless.
It was dim inside.
Compared with the frantic pace at the Hall of the Stars, this place felt like an entirely different world. It was quiet as hell.
Lynn glanced around before his gaze finally settled on the counter.
A sheet of parchment lay on it.
It read:
[I am the head of admissions here, and I have received the Matriarch's message. I am very grateful that she could spare someone to assist me despite her busy schedule. Mr. Good Doctor, now that you have found this note, allow me to explain our working arrangements, meow.]
[We operate on a two-shift schedule. I work days, and you will handle nights, twelve hours a day. Your task is to deal with every creature who comes for treatment during your shift and do your best to restore them to normal, meow.]
[Of course, it is fine if you cannot restore them to normal, since most