Chapter 235: My Boss Isn’t Sick (3)The sudden news halted all work. Postponed tasks could be dealt with later, but leaving a madman unchecked could lead to irreparable damage.
"He really said that?"
"Yes..."
"Are you sure you didn’t mishear him?"
"I wish I did."
I double-checked just in case, but my soon-to-be nephew-in-law kept repeating the same unwelcome answer.
I rubbed my temples unconsciously. It was more believable to think it was bound to happen instead of wondering how it happened.
He must be out of his mind.
It was a damned shame, but not entirely unexpected. He'd been through a lot since he turned 17. Objectively, it wasn’t that surprising that he'd lost it.
Didn't we discover his internal decay last vacation and manage to patch him up? I thought he'd regained his sanity then, but he was slowly losing it out of sight.
Why now of all times?
What a headache. It might be different if he were nearby, but he just had to break down while he was far away.
A malfunctioning magical device could be fixed by hitting it a few times. This was a temporary solution officially recommended by the Magic Tower.
So, if all else failed, roughing him up a bit might work. Magic and divine power couldn't cure insanity, but perhaps an exorcism infused with physical force might.
"Keep this quiet."
I made my decision after a brief deliberation.
Rumors would spread if the Minister of Finance suddenly called for the Executive Manager of the Prosecutors’ Office. Then, everyone would know he had gone mad.
But I couldn't go to the academy, either. I'd have to wait for him to return after the term ended.
"Are you sure that’s okay? There's more than ten days until the closing ceremony."
"What choice do we have? Maybe leaving him alone for a while is the best option."
My soon-to-be nephew-in-law nodded in agreement, but it was honestly wishful thinking.
Sure, he might recover if he was left alone. He had gone mad due to overwork and an unexpected confession, so he might regain his sanity in solitude if no one disturbed him.
The worst case was that he could deteriorate further over time. In that case, calling for him now might be the right call.
Should I leave it to fate?
I felt worried that leaving him alone would make things worse, but summoning him might push him over the edge.
Damned fool.
I sighed. A once-promising civil servant was now a wreck after just four years.
He used to say that it already felt like 40 years or even 400 years, but I never thought that he'd actually break down as if he'd lived that long.
"Leave now and don't tell anyone else about this."
"Yes, understood."
I sent my soon-to-be nephew-in-law away. Besides, there was no point in keeping him here when we had no solution.
I looked up at the ceiling as I watched him leave quickly.
If only someone could help.
Of course, I knew that it was too much to ask for. No one at the academy could truly fix that guy's madness. There might be people who could soothe him a bit, but that was it.
The duke’s daughter would probably handle him carefully, afraid she might worsen things. The Principal and Vice Principal might interact with him professionally, but there was no personal bond. And the students? They'd be lucky if they weren’t terrified of him.
Isn't there anyone suitable?
Someone who wouldn't be intimidated by the title of the Executive Manager, who had some personal connection with him, and one who could boldly give him honest advice if he started showing signs of insanity.
...No one comes to mind.
Unfortunately, I couldn't think of anyone who met all those criteria.
Let's give up on having him recover at the academy. At least he wasn’t the type to broadcast his madness everywhere.
***We had just finished the ultimate soccer underdog selection match. The results were in, and I was sitting in a corner of the arena, cooling off.
There was no need for this match in the first place. Among us, Lather was the least athletic. It was obvious to anyone, but he wouldn't admit it.
"You suck at soccer."
"Thanks for the compliment."
In the end, Lather, proudly showcasing his lack of skills, left a sarcastic praise to Rutis and went to retrieve the ball that had flown far away.
The rule was that whoever kicked the ball out of the arena had to fetch it. Because of this, Lather spent more than half the match away from the field, just like now.
"Do we need to keep going?"
"Let's push a little more."
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