"Ango~" Osamu Dazai called Ango Sakaguchi's name with feigned affection.
That syrupy voice sent an instinctive shiver through Ango Sakaguchi. He adjusted his glasses and asked cautiously, "Do you need something, Dazai?"
He hadn't forgotten that the last time Osamu Dazai had called him that, he'd ended up in a car accident shortly afterward and broken an arm.
"You're so mean, Ango." Osamu Dazai puffed out his cheeks. "I want to be Yiyi's counselor too. Why can't I?"
Every hair on Ango Sakaguchi's body stood on end. He could tell from the tone alone that Osamu Dazai was unhappy. This was a completely undeserved disaster! How was he supposed to know why this screening would show an ordinary corporate drone like him? He wasn't Satoru Gojo. He couldn't withstand those people's retaliation!
"This has nothing to do with me. I'm just following orders." Ango Sakaguchi hurried to distance himself from it, or his life would be over. "If you want to do it, Dazai, I'm sure you can."
So please stop making life difficult for a working stiff like him!
Ango Sakaguchi felt his hairline was in imminent danger.
The Prophet seemed to sense Ango Sakaguchi and his senior colleague approaching. He turned to face them.
Ango Sakaguchi's professional habits kicked in again. Almost instinctively, he began studying the Prophet closely and analyzing him.
To Ango Sakaguchi's surprise, the Prophet looked very young, though his inscrutable air made it difficult to judge his exact age.
Still, he was probably only in his twenties, not yet thirty.
To be honest, Ango Sakaguchi had even imagined an old man before... After all, information about the Prophet had been guarded exceptionally well.
As for his appearance, the Prophet had pure black hair with the faint sheen of silk. It was somewhat long, loosely