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I don't mind. Weirdos like you are more interesting than normal people.

I think you're much more of a weirdo for not liking desserts.

I'll try to make some that aren't as sweet. You'll have to give them a try.

I wonder if the old baker is doing well...

Maybe I should ask the Messengers at Logistics to help me out.

I've come to understand one thing.

Hm?

You're a Laterano Sankta through and through.

Even though you don't have a gun, and your halo's tilted.

Hmm...

You're right.

I still have memories of that place, and it's just the city that I can't go back to, not my home. Your hometown is something you can always reach out for, no matter when or where.

There's travel, mail, messages, and photos that can move between the cities.

If we really want to reminisce about our home countries, there are a lot of convenient ways for us to do that.

You know, I get what you're saying.

But there's also people who like to revisit a place, to smell and touch it in person. Otherwise, they get homesick.

Well, not that I care.

//脚步声

Just remember to gimme some of those desserts.

Hello, Ambriel.

Hiyas.

Oh, heyas, new meat.

So what's your name, cutie?

Arene.

Hi there, Arene.

Adnachiel, you know the drill. Take care of my gun, okay?

You can just leave it over there. I'm still working on Arene's weapon.

Sure—

Hm? What's that smell? It smells so good! It's unlike anything on the market...

Is one of you guys wearing perfume?

If you like how I smell, come get all the sniffs you want.

Hmm... think I'm gonna pass.

Something tells me that's not a good idea.

But if that smell can knock me out for the whole day, I'll think about it.

You know that guy with the poker face? He's trying to get me to 'fulfill my obligations' again.

Instead of running away all the time, I'm thinking it makes hella more sense if I just pass out for the day.

Actually, those guys are so braindead, just a day probably isn't gonna be enough.

Argh, what a pain in the butt.

The guy with the poker face... You mean the one from the Notarial Hall?

Who else?

They haven't come for you yet? Like, to oversee your fulfillment of your obligations as a citizen and all that?

They have.

But the last guy who kicked my door down while I was taking a nap is still running around, taking care of some business for me.

They may be trouble, but they also know how to take care of troubles.

If you figure out how to use them, they aren't so bad.

Whoa, you sound like such a baddie. Nice.

Should I say thanks?

No thanks.

//脚步声

Arene, I'm finished inspecting your staff!

The casting circuits have corroded a little, but everything else is fine.

The tiny bit of corrosion isn't going to affect your Arts, but if you want me to do some maintenance work on it, I can take care of that right now.

When the craftsmen are here in the afternoon, you can come back and have them sign the certification.

(Quietly) Even if it looks like you don't need them to.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Now let's take a look at Ambriel's rifle... Hmm.

//脚步声

It's all yours.

You don't work on the gun yourself?

I do.

But that's such a pain sometimes. This is easier.

Just wait for it to break.

Well... I can't have that.

If I lose my gun, I lose my pay.

And if I lose my pay, I lose any chance to slack off.

I'm not that stupid.

Hmm... You're more serious than I thought.

If I didn't need my gun to get by, I wouldn't mind letting it gather dust in my closet.

Oh, I guess I could probably do that in Laterano, but if I actually left it to gather dust, I'd have some relative on my case the very next day.

That's why I gave up on that idea.

//脚步声

Ambriel, your rifle's fine.

It didn't have any problems to begin with. I calibrated it just last week.

You just gotta put some oil on it and we should be good.

Alright...

Do you think keeping a gun around is a hassle at times like these?

It's not bad.

I get by somehow.

Just like when you ran all the way here from Laterano?

Hm?

You don't hold back, do you? You'll never be popular with girls if you're that blunt up front, you know?

My apologies, then. Were you offended?

Not really.

You're right. It's more or less like that. I'm not very a good fit for that place.

Rather than having to defend the city and get yelled at about glory and honor all day, I'd rather make myself some money.

There's less to worry about, and life's a lot more comfortable.

What's not to like?

It sounds like you don't have many fond memories of Laterano.

If life's not bad, anywhere's fine.

It's not like there's a rule that Sankta have to live out their lives in Laterano anyway.

The world's a big place. Gotta see more of it.

Your rifle's ready, Ambriel!

Thanks!

Yep, I couldn't make it prettier if I tried!

You two keep talking. I'll head back and chill. Laters.

See ya!

It's almost time for lunch. Is there anything else you need me to look at?

If not, I'll lock up and head out to eat.

Alright.