Work is always unpleasant.
Always profoundly unpleasant.
And the more wealth and resources one has, the less appealing this task called "work" becomes.
"..."
Standing in front of the silent office door, I knocked, my expression stiff.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Phew…”
In my hand was a letter bearing the Imperial seal. The name “Leogarde Shartia” was written on it.
- I already serve a master.**
