"Whether it was interesting or dull had nothing to do with the job. Whether it was coincidence or deliberate had nothing to do with the job either."
The young male wizard in a blue robe and Daoist topknot lowered his eyelids, blocking out the dazzling light in the distance. "The Relevant Department's duty is to prevent the spread of large-scale destructive spells. Our task today was to determine the cause of the unknown dimensional fluctuations... Since the mission has been completed, we should return and report."
Do not be distracted by matters unrelated to work while carrying out a mission.
Forty-One had deeply understood that principle from his very first day in the Relevant Department.
Was work involving Forbidden Curses interesting? Naturally, it was. Being able to come into close contact with magic closest to the truth in this world was certainly fascinating. Yet at the same time, the work was exceedingly dull—so dull that everyone in the department seemed mute and deaf. Forty-One had worked here for nearly ten years, yet he could not even name ten people.
Not to mention that whenever they went on a mission, the Relevant Department practically wished it could dictate how many steps they took after leaving, how many turns they made, and how many words they used when speaking to others.
Such rigid, harsh rules had also cultivated a uniformly indifferent temperament among the Relevant Department's staff.
Forty-One had not adapted to that atmosphere when he first joined the Relevant Department either. But after one year, two years, five years, ten years, he gradually grew accustomed to days without much emotional fluctuation, as if people had never possessed emotions to begin with. After going so long without using them, he had forgotten what it felt like to cry bitterly, laugh heartily, or