"Finally! This temple is mine for the week!"
Taro, a stand-in priest with a tendency to over-dramatize everything, threw his arms into the air in the middle of temple. The real priest, Lucan, along with the Saintess Maris, had gone off on some trip, leaving Taro in charge of the place.
"This is my chance! I can do anything I want!" Taro exclaimed, completely missing the point of being a responsible temporary caretaker.
He started by glancing around the empty prayer hall, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "First, I'll... clean! Yes! I'll show them who's the real master of cleanliness!"
He grabbed a broom and began an overly enthusiastic sweeping spree, spinning around the room like he was auditioning for a musical. Dust flew everywhere as he chanted, "Begone, foul specks of dirt! Thou art not worthy of this sacred place!"
