"Well, I thought that I can get a lot of free time, considering that the sound of an Otherworldly Diplomatic Affairs Division felt like that one division made to launder away money and do nothing until the people of the nation noticed and it got taken down," Cassandra casually ranted, donning a defeated face. Actually, even before this meeting, she already had a well-rounded feature of exhaustion from her eyes and bodily gestures alone. "And then I somehow needed to assign a work for a useless deity, a zombie, a werewolf, and uhm."
Zul'jara merely huffed a visible smoke out of its deer skull, as if he wanted to say something. And for some reason, the vampire still understood what he meant every single time.
