When a Sankta speaks their first words, the Lord becomes aware of their existence and bestows upon them a halo and wings, marking them as a citizen of Laterano.
Who would turn down a power ring!
But when I said the nth word of my life, my halo still hadn't appeared.
I'm screwed! Is the delivery really this slow during the pandemic?
Furious, I put my arms around my harem (just kidding), Lemuen and Mostima, and gave God a good cursing-out!
I'd keep cursing until my order arrived!
What is the outside world like?
With that question in mind, I left Laterano.
I saw many things I'd never seen in Laterano.
I may have lost a lot,
but I gained a lot, too.
I hadn't even bothered to read the recruitment contract I'd picked up at the Notarial Hall.
After digging the crumpled contract out from under a pile of desserts, I read it while eating a cream puff.
Employment term: Permanent. Employer: Babel. Applicant: Closure.
The cream puff in my hand suddenly didn't taste so good.
Mostima, save me! I've been kidnapped by myself!
Though I did come looking for Mostima in the first place.
Anyway,
I'm screwed!
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