Man on the ark, forced to become king

"Since you know that, you should find a way to turn it off, so I can benefit from it too."

Fiamet turned her head, her gaze falling on Remian's halo, her eyes twitching slightly.

Originally, the auras of the Sarkaz were mostly simple circular shapes. However, some Sarkaz who reached a certain level of strength and met certain requirements could activate the 'battle form' of their auras, causing a temporary change in their shape.

Remienne, of course, was the same.

When not in combat mode, her aura is just like everyone else's—a smooth circle.

But now, the ring that originally emitted white light has turned into a light pink color similar to her hair color, with tiny petals floating around it, appearing and disappearing as if a special effect has been added. When wiped with a wet wipe, the petals appear and disappear, looking quite beautiful.

It only looks beautiful.

Fiameta felt that the most obvious effect of this thing was probably that it turned the white light into a pink light, which made it even more annoying when sleeping at night.

"Hmph, of course I've figured out a way to deal with what you're talking about!"

Remi'an proudly raised her head and snapped her fingers.

Snapped!

The halo, emitting a pale pink glow, subtly changed color, turning darker until it finally faded into pure black. Not only did it cease to emit light, but it also seemed to absorb the surrounding light.

"Ta-da! Look! Night mode!"

"...It's finally starting to be somewhat useful. Looks like I'll have to get Mostima one too."

Fiameta patted her head, genuinely feeling that this was a good change. If she could install a night mode on Mostima as well, she would be able to completely get rid of the problem of not being able to turn off the lights at night when they slept together.

"Wait, she doesn't seem to need it anymore. The Pope, how did he become the Pope?"

However, as soon as she said it, she felt something was wrong, and after thinking for a moment, she sighed.

She never really felt the reality of Mostima's succession as pope; it always seemed like an unbelievable thing.

It's like your best friend, whom you've known and joked around with for years, says she's going out for a bit, and when she comes back, she's wearing the emperor's dragon robe. Even movies wouldn't dare to portray something like that.

"Yes, we'll have to bow to Xiao Mo from now on."

Remian also found Mostima's sudden rise to pope surreal, but she accepted it more quickly, jokingly saying, "She has so much power now. Maybe we can talk to His Holiness the Pope and, for the sake of our many years of sisterhood, arrange a well-paid and easy job for her, so she won't have to run around outside anymore."

"Tch, with your personality, how could you possibly settle down? You couldn't even hold onto a cushy job."

Fiameta made no attempt to hide her disdain. She glanced at the young nun in charge of reception outside and sneered, "I see you're quite interested in custom halos and stuff. Why don't you go with her? I'll try to find a way to get you there."

"she?"

Remy looked outside again and waved her hands repeatedly: "Don't talk nonsense. I have no interest. I feel uncomfortable watching her work. This child is exhausted."

In fact, not only did she feel this way, but Xi Dejia herself was also very uncomfortable. She felt that the muscles in her face had become stiff and sore. She could tell without looking in the mirror that the 'sweet smile' she had tried so hard to maintain at the beginning was definitely deformed now.

Reciting the introduction she had memorized, and mechanically repeating the same movements, the little nun felt like a puppet following predetermined actions, yet unable to move.

Even if she cursed the culprit, the heartless devil, a thousand times in her heart, she still had to stay here and do her job as a receptionist.

And they even have to wear maid outfits that only appear in comics!

Since this was an assignment given by the teacher, what can we do?

If she doesn't do well, she won't be able to learn more useful skills, nor will she be able to learn the archery spells she's always longed for!

So she could only stay there, feeling utterly frustrated, to receive guests, while praying that none of the elders from Langdon Abbey would come here.

Otherwise, if the elders saw her working here as a receptionist in a maid outfit, she would be too embarrassed to show her face!

It's all that damned demon's fault!

If it weren't for the huge gap in strength, she really wanted to place an order right now to customize a life-size humanoid archery target based on that demon's appearance, and shoot thousands of arrows at it to vent her hatred!

"Calm down, Xi Dejia, your breathing is starting to become disordered."

Loretta leaned against the wall not far away, observing Xidejia's work the whole time, and offering reminders when she was lost in thought.

"Don't let the external environment affect you. Always stay calm and composed, and put yourself in the best state to make a move."

“Wang specially arranged this job for you, there must be a reason for it. I think he wants you to temper your will in this environment and reach a state where you are not swayed by external things.”

'To temper one's will? Nonsense! He's just indulging in a twisted sense of humor, sending me here to see me fail! You wicked devil!'

Xi Dejia's hands faltered for a moment. She bit her lip, cursing inwardly, but dared not say it aloud. She simply nodded slightly, her beautiful heterochromatic eyes dimming considerably.

In order to further improve her strength, she endured this humiliation!

One day, she would personally defeat that demon—but never mind, that guy is ridiculously strong; defeating him is probably out of the question…

Although she was very angry, the little nun was quite self-aware and gave up that unrealistic idea, instead setting herself a smaller goal.

Let's start by... defeating the elders in the monastery.

Thinking this, the exhausted Sidja perked up, and a silly expression appeared on her face, which was usually full of formulaic smiles. The Sakta girl who had just finished queuing and was standing in front of the counter subconsciously took two steps back.

Is this person... this person an idiot?

……

"Is she exhausted to the point of brain damage?"

Fiameta, who was behind her, had the same question as the girl from Sakota. She couldn't understand why the little nun who had been conscripted suddenly started laughing like that. Could it be that she had some kind of hidden illness that was hard to talk about?

"It's normal for young people to have a lot of ideas in their heads."

Remian finally wiped the halo clean with a wet wipe, nodded in satisfaction at herself in the mirror, and turned back to ask seriously, "Let's get down to business, Fiameta, what are you planning to do next?"

"What to do?"

This question left Fiameta completely bewildered, and she didn't react for a moment.

"So, are you going to stay in Laterano and continue your previous job, or are you planning to leave and go to the Golden Tree?"

"Of course I'll go to the Golden Tree. Once your leg is fully healed, I'll have to leave Laterano and join the war for the Golden Tree. Is there even a question? I'm an operator belonging to the Golden Tree now."

Without a second thought, Fiameta gave her answer, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, leaving Remyane speechless.

That seems to be true.

Strictly speaking, Fiameta was no longer a messenger sent out by Laterano's Fifth Bureau, but rather an agent of the Golden Tree Field Operations Department.

After the Golden Tree unified Lateran, the tasks that field operators had to perform were naturally of higher priority than those appointed by Lateran in terms of receiving orders.

Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable for her to leave Laterano and join the war of the Golden Tree.

If Mostima hadn't suddenly and inexplicably taken the position of the current pope, making it impossible for her to extricate herself, she would probably have left with Fiameta.

The power of time can truly change many things.

The team can never be the same again.

Now, Mostima and Fiameta have new responsibilities and are no longer members of the special operations team.

So, what about her?

What should she, who has awakened from her slumber, do?

Is it really like we joked before, that I should go to Mostima and apply for an easy and comfortable job?

If that were the case, Mostima would certainly not refuse, and she would have a legitimate reason like 'wanting to recover her legs,' so no one could find fault with it.

She will surely be able to find a leisurely job that doesn't require much effort, thus leaving the battlefield behind and transforming from a soldier into a civilian employee.

Thinking about it for a moment, it seems like a pretty good arrangement, enough to save her decades of detours and allow her to jump directly into retirement, living a carefree and leisurely life.

But even if she can accept it, what about her guardian gun? Can she accept that too?

That was a weapon that once fought on the battlefield, not a pretty work of art. How could it be allowed to gather dust like this?

Moreover, as Fiameta said, she herself is a restless person, and the thought of doing those boring and tedious jobs is incredibly tedious.

So her true thoughts were already quite clear. The reason she asked that question wasn't to confirm what Fiametta would do next, but to give herself a reason, a reason to convince herself not to indulge in her comfort zone.

"You're still the same as before."

Fiamet stared at Remian, who had suddenly fallen silent, for a while, then burst out laughing and teased, "I told you, you're the kind of person who can't sit still. How could you possibly settle for a quiet, easy job?"

"Look at how conflicted you are now, you're not as good as you used to be."

"If you're not willing to be bogged down in trivial matters, then come with me and form a two-person team to take over Mostima's position."

"Once your leg has fully recovered and you are able to move normally, we will return to the battlefield."

"Indeed, as you said, I can't accept it."

After a long silence, Remian slowly nodded.

How could a roaring tiger possibly adapt to life confined in a cage?

Although this metaphor is not quite appropriate here, that's the gist of it: comfort has never been for people like her; returning to the battlefield is their best destiny.

Of course, before that, she had some other things to deal with, such as her troublesome younger sister who was far away in Longmen and had gone completely wild.

"Fiammetta."

"Ok?"

"Come with me to Longmen, take me to see Xiao Le, and see what she looks like now."

"After we've seen it, I'll go back to the Golden Tree with you, form a two-person team, and enter the battlefield."