The way he addressed her as his "senior" made Gaspol pause briefly, before the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward.
Yes, she was smiling.
She tried to control it, but failed, and instead laughed aloud:
"Hehehe..."
Beside them, Mavario's eyes widened. Since his fiancée had moved into his home, this was the first time he had seen her smile.
How could a lofty Divine Son truly understand factional struggle? From the day he accepted that "great one's" inheritance, his position had been utterly detached, like a statue in a civic square.
Not having to participate in the game of power meant comfort and safety, but it also meant losing the right to compete for the game's prizes.
Everyone else, meanwhile, was a competitor in this game.
Gaspol had climbed to this position step by step through her own efforts, so there were things she could not give up-at least, not willingly.
But when she learned she would be taking over as district chief of the York City District, the pressure on her was actually far, far greater than Kallen's.
She knew very well what the York City District was like now. Who could have imagined that the district which fired the first shot in the Whip of Order revival's seizure of power would now become a model district for harmonious cooperation between the Whip of Order and the Regional Administration Office?
Chief Bishop Byrne was no easygoing Woforen, his predecessor. Gaspol knew his methods and abilities, and he was also very clearly allied with Kallen.
As an outsider parachuted into the position, if she wanted to avoid becoming a puppet on strings, a machine for stamping documents, she would have to struggle to gradually expand and strengthen her own influence.
But the difficulty was simply too great, so great