"Um, Sir Lucio?"
"Yes?"
Lucio looked gently at the man's confused face.
"A-Are you alright? No! I mean, a-are you feeling well?"
The man fumbled trying to eke out the words out of his throat.
"Pfft! Why? Do I look like I am sick?"
Lucio let out a hearty laugh as he tried to brush off the man's assumption. But the man didn't back down.
"But… you are not giving any work!"
The man finally managed to shout the words that were stuck in his throat.
"... huh?"
Lucio was dumbfounded for a moment.
"You want work?" His eyes grew sharper and his tone became more like that of the old Lucio.
"Ah! N-No…" The man tried to back off a little but was caught by Lucio's next words.
"Then I will give you work."
Lucio got up from his seat and opened a drawer that seemed like it contained the most worldly secrets.
Slam!