Mana: Goddess Of Destiny

"That is all," Yijun said. Ren ran his hand through his hair as he listened to Yijun's report. The desk was piled with doc.u.ments waiting to be stamped.

"No matter when I hear it, you have a way with words," Ren said.

"Is that so?" The fearless attendant said curtly.

"No matter how much I think about it, the perpetrator is an insider," Ren said.

"It's turning out to be the case with these circ.u.mstances. "His head was starting to ache, and he wanted to stop thinking. At any rate, there was no time to sleep from tomorrow. He couldn't even change clothes, and he wanted to stamp his feet.

"Your true nature is coming out," Yijun remarked. He wasn't smiling as usual, and He was sulking, looking like his age. It seems that Yijun understood him clearly.

"Isn't it fine? There's no one here," Ren said.

"I am here," Yijun said.

"You're an extra," he retorted.

"No."

Ren had asked in jest, but it didn't pass through to this overly serious man. This person was bothersome, seeing how he also the one looked after him since his birth.

"I'm still wearing the kanzashi," he said.

"Aah, that's no good," Yijun said.

"It's hidden so that no one will notice it." When Ren pulled out the deeply embedded kanzashi from his hair, the design became visible. It was called a qilin – an indescribable legendary creature that was both deer and horse.

"Then I'll leave it to you for safekeeping." He casually flung it at Yijun.

"Please treasure it. It's an important thing," his attendant said.

"I get it already."

"You don't get it." After he finished scolding, his minder for sixteen years left the office.

Ren, with a childish expression, laid his head on the table. There was still a lot of work left, and He must quickly make free time. "Let's do this." He made a big stretch and picked up the writing brush. So that he could become a leisurely person, he had no choice but to finish his work.