Oh right, there does seem to be such a person.
Gazing at the ordinary young man in front of them, wearing a face full of joy, it took a while before the two men and a cat snapped back to reality. The Food God seemed to have brought not three but four people from the Virgin Bureau.
Apart from the freckled Prince Joshua and the maid who always looked timid, there seemed to be another man assigned to the role of a guard, a cleaner named... Ma... What was his name again?
Though he was supposedly someone I had personally picked, after thinking for a long time, I still couldn't remember the cleaner's name. The Multi-level Marketing Witch, incarnated from the Narration of Nonexistence, silently paused for a while before asking with a twitching expression:
"How long... have you been here?"
"Quite a few days."
The male cleaner replied helplessly:
