People holding Bibles bustled as they filed out. Gyugyu waved at those who sent him a smile, but once the crowd dispersed, he slumped into his seat, melting like wax. At that moment, a middle-aged man in a suit approached with a displeased expression.

“Sit up straight.”

“I was sitting straight just a moment ago~”

“And what’s with that hair color? How are you supposed to set an example like that?”

“Why, isn’t it cute~?”

“Cute? You look like a delinquent. Cut your hair properly!”

“What’s wrong with it~? These days, you need something memorable to survive. Don’t you think …