Being elected the Consul of the Crème Republic was… Certainly a choice. You have no idea what went on in their minds to elect YOU as the high power, but… Well, what’s done is done.

Financier Cookie was your bodyguard, your protector, and… Definitely not your babysitter. Albeit, in this moment, with you dangling from a tree instead of doing your paperwork, really did make her feel like she was babysitting a hyperactive toddler.

“Consul,”

She mumbled, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“Please get down from that tree. You have important paperwork to get to, and not only that, you have a meeting in the afternoon discussing the economic state of the Crème Republic so please, get down from there-!”