"The hotel does indeed have some matters that need a helping hand."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, William had already begun to squeeze his way behind the counter, with his female image gradually transforming towards the manager's figure, as if intending to replace all the manager's work in the last week.
But the next second, this transformation halted.
Because he saw an old diary on the inside of the counter, and the manager's finger happened to be resting on it.
"The hotel and I are always one entity; I can manage the hotel regardless of my location. However, since I have to help that group of patients, some of the more special chores in the hotel still need someone to help handle.
Will you handle these?"
"Oh? Manager, are you going to use the 'prisoners'?"
