"I just cannot understand why Headmaster Wahlberg would even bother with his life," He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "The rules are the rules. And just when I'm trying to protect the quo, he kneels down to personally vouch for that boy?" He scoffed, finding it unbelievable.

This happened quite often, him ranting to you like this. With him as your boss and you as his assistant, he was constantly facing one problem or the other. An ordeal regarding a non-magic user freely attending Easton Magic Academy made quite the ruckus in the newspapers. And just when he was about to execute the said boy, Mash Burnedead, the Headmaster pleaded to let him live under the condition he helps in finding Innocent Zero?

It was laughable, and frustrating. He sighed again, and for a brief moment began massaging his temples. He blinked open his eyes, before realising he could barely see. He slowly turned over to his assistant's blurry figure, "...Where are my glasses?" It seemed he had finally stopped pointlessly ranting.