122 Torture

Goryeo Sports Center entrance.

Renea and I stood beside the freestanding sign, waiting to greet the guests.

“I-I’m trembling.”

Renea had dressed with some care.

This is why styling services are so useful.

They can make even an elf who normally wears an apron and swishes a mop around look like a full-time employee.

We were putting our separate contract with a nearby clothing shop to good use.

“What’s there to tremble about? You just have to bow politely beside me and smile.”

“Am I not finally performing meaningful work as a full-time employee of Meracle?”

“You’ve been subtly trying to become a full-time employee since last time, haven’t you?”...