Before the Eighteenth Celestial Federation Conference, the Head of State began reminiscing about the old days...
"I never should have saved that girl named Seria Kerumin!"
"If I hadn't saved Seria, I wouldn't have run out of money to protect Arad!"
"If I hadn't saved Seria, I wouldn't have been tricked into becoming a homeless man in Heaven!"
"If I hadn't saved Seria, I wouldn't have been tricked into becoming the Governor of Ghent!"
"If I hadn't saved Seria, I wouldn't have attacked Arad... I wouldn't have become a Reincarnator, or had to play house with those idiots from Destiny, or have to fight for firepower against the shut-in skeletons lying in the Great Tomb, or have heart-to-hearts with a magician who likes raising tentacles, or form an alliance with the reclusive ninja on the moon..."
Listening to the Head of State ramble on, his secretary couldn't help shouting:
"But, Mr. Head of State, my daughter Seria is only three years old!"
