“Master… These books appear to have been kept by either a drunk monkey or a jackass with thumbs…,” stated Penthesilea humorlessly while looking over her glasses, dropping a heavy pile of accounting books onto the desk in front of the Master.
People may joke about the Berserker being the CEO of some ‘shipping’ company in the modern world, but truth be told, Penthesilea was educated. Educated enough to know how to keep books and work with numbers. How this establishment had been kept running without going bankrupt was beyond her.
“Is there a reason I am here and not slaughtering armies out there? I grow bored…!!!,” she exclaimed, banging her fist on the table for emphasis.
@narcomoeba.
Gudao withered more and more as Penthesilea critiqued his work. He couldn’t really say he tried his best. Paperwork was busy work and he only had so much patience for doing things that required him to sit still more than ten minutes at a time. Plus Mashu nee-chan said that she made cookies for him and everyone knew that cookies were best right out of the oven.
He groaned in embarrassment, hiding his face behind his hands. Pen nee-chan wasn’t the biggest berserker but she had a glare that made him feel ever smaller.
“It’s not that bad, right? I even made sure that I didn’t use one of my color pencils this time. Mashu nee-chan said I did well....”
