My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"You are..." Walter was taken aback, and at first he felt a little dazed, but only a moment later, a special image appeared in his mind.

For him, this is indeed a very special person. After all, for three years, the meaning represented by this image can almost be called "unique".

"The one who wrote the letter?"

"Ah, that's right. 【Clown α】." The blond man shrugged frivolously. "However, now that we've met, we still need the 'correct' self-introduction."

"My name is Otto Apocalypse." He leaned against the wall of the bath, looking at Walter standing outside the bath. "The current bishop of [Mandate of Heaven],"

"But compared to this..." He looked at Walter's stunned face and said with a smile. "How about warming up first instead of sticking around?"

"Oh..." The black-haired boy recovered from the mixed feelings of surprise and surprise, took off his bathrobe, stepped into the bathtub, hesitated a little, and chose a man who was not far from the man. Not close to the location either.

The man named Otto saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, but a smile of unknown meaning appeared on his face.

Walter sat down in the bath, let the warm water slowly submerge his body, and looked at the man beside him.

Although it is a bit embarrassing and embarrassing to say that the first meeting was so "frank and honest", but during the three years in the laboratory, Walter thought of the image of his pen pal not only once—— At first, he wondered if the other party might be a girl, after all, the handwriting on the envelope was delicate and meaningful, but he quickly dismissed his thoughts, because the style of that person's speech was not what a girl would have at all. type.Later, Walter felt that the opposite person should be an elderly person, because that person obviously has a mature and clear thinking, and has his own views on many things—this is not consistent now.

Just reading the other party's words, he can always clearly feel that the other party is an undisguised deviant, and his views on many things feel absurd but not unreasonable at the same time.There may even be a faint illusion that what the other party said is the truth.The only thing is that it doesn't differ from his false image, whether it's the emerald studs on the ears, the narrow eyes, or the always smiling face.It is full of a temperament that mocks the whole world.

"Otto Apocalypse?" Walter sat in the bathtub, hugged his legs and looked at the man beside him with a little curiosity. He felt that the name was somewhat familiar.

"That's right, it's true," the man said with a smile, as if he was quite complacent about the meaning of the name—at least it can't be said to be self-prepared or ashamed. "Otto Apocalypse. Although in the organization, people don't mention my name very much... Hahahahaha..."

Otto Apocalypse...

Walter finally remembered where he had heard this name. Among the piece of soul steel they got, the person who left that piece of soul steel once mentioned this name.

No, no... Isn't that a character from hundreds of years ago?

But soon, looking at the blond man with golden hair in front of him, he denied his thoughts again.

So this is... the second, or third, or something?After all, it looks so young.

"I guess you've heard some negative news about me." Otto said frankly, looking at his thoughtful face. "Some of those facts are true, while others are pure rumors. But it doesn't matter, I'm not visiting you as a bishop today."

The blond man laughed at Walter and leaned forward, shortening the distance between the two of them—he was already taller than Walter, and even when he leaned forward, he roughly kept the line of sight between the two of them. , but it obviously narrowed the distance between the two.

"...It's just." Otto's voice reached his ears, and Walter looked at the man's approaching face, and felt that there was a slight airflow close to his skin when the man spoke.

"You and I are honest with each other, if we still call each other by pseudonym, it would be too outlandish."

"..."

Walter flinched involuntarily. "You... what are you going to do?"

"...Hahahahaha."

Seeing his reaction, Otto froze for a moment, and then showed a strange expression of shyness, nervousness and embarrassment on the familiar face in front of him.He laughed as if he had suddenly discovered something interesting.

"Ah, my dear friend, why are you so nervous." He was about to shed tears while laughing, and comforted him in an unconvincing tone.However, watching Walter's face almost turned into an expression of embarrassment.The expression that had been restrained just now burst out laughing again.

"...Pfft, ah, it seems that we shouldn't use the tone of a playwright to tease at this time."

"If telling you my purpose clearly can relieve your tension—then let's do it this way." He raised his hand to touch the tears from the corner of his eyes, and began to adjust the expression on his face to make himself look more serious, but found that Seeing this action, Walter's expression became more and more aggrieved, and the smile that had always been in his eyes couldn't help but become stronger.

"I want you, Walter, to be my successor to Otto Apocalypse." There was a smile in his words, but the content of the words was extremely solemn. "That is to say, I will train you so that you can become the next bishop of destiny after I leave office."

"You..." He raised his eyebrows. "how about?"

"Varied……"

Walter froze.Overwhelmed by the big news.

"what?"

"Ah." Otto pretended to be distressed and raised his left hand to pillow the side of his head, "Let's cut to the chase, I really gave you a big jump."

"However... From a certain critical and core point of view. I chose you, not just a momentary decision. Moreover, [Apocalypse] is not a family bound by blood." He shrugged.

"If you want, you can be naturalized and change your surname today, and be my brother... Well, in terms of seniority, it is indeed my brother's generation."

"Uh..." Walter still couldn't react from the shock of the content of his words. "what?"

"It's inevitable that you will be surprised if you make such a request when we meet for the first time." The blond man shook his head and said, "But as the patriarch of the Apocalypse family, I have been observing you for a long time."

His holy blue eyes looked seriously at Walter's blue eyes. "You think that you, as opposed to me, are going to grow into a really great leader."

"Contrary to you?" Walter grabbed a sentence in his words and asked back with blinking eyes. "What does it mean?"

"Hahahaha, your focus is really different from other people's." Otto seemed to be satisfied with his reaction, leaning back against the wall of the bath and laughing. "To be frank, I don't think I am a qualified bishop, if compared with a certain leader of Destiny. The reason why I became a bishop is entirely driven by personal desires - but this is not the point .”

"Today's focus is..." He moved closer to Walter again. "I hope to have an heir who truly possesses [great talent]."

"...Me?" Walter was stunned. The bishop who was obviously as noble as destiny was already sitting next to him, but somehow there was a kind of child who heard a fortune teller on the street saying that you would definitely be the champion in the future. Unreal.

"Great talent?"

"Yes." Otto smiled. "Great talent."

"The so-called talent is a talent that has not yet been fulfilled—so you feel that there is nothing special about yourself, which is normal." He said calmly, and then suddenly asked a question as if he remembered something.

"Well, I heard that you have read a lot of books in the past two years. In your opinion, in the thousands of years of human civilization history, what kind of person can be called great?"

"..." Walter fell silent.

"It doesn't matter, you can say whatever you think of." Otto smiled gently, without the majesty of a Catholic bishop. "This is just an exchange between pen pals, don't worry about right or wrong."