"May the Mother Goddess bless you! Mr. President, you're finally back from that damned Lapland!"
The clown doll spoke in Casals' voice, its strange face made of black and white intersecting geometric shapes, echoing the overly cheerful exclamation of the middle-aged businessman.
Raising both hands, after exhausting three shouts of [Onboard], the clown doll put on a stern face and lectured:
"You chose a very inappropriate time to travel, Uncle Casals is very unhappy."
"Sorry, Uncle Casals. But I went out to do business after all, as Lapland is also part of the expected earnings plan. I believe that everyone here will not blame me, a rash newcomer, for this trip."
"As long as the interests can be guaranteed, we don't care about the details. Besides, it's good for young people to have a drive, I wish my good-for-nothing cub could learn from Mr. President—whether it's in business or in manly charm."
