To spare her future pain, it is best to make things clear now.
"No problem, then I'll gladly accept the position of Pope from you."
Siegrle walked up to the principal's desk, took the handwritten letter from Lanci and the several keys and tokens handed to her, and said without any reservation.
"Siegrle, I'm talking about something very serious."
Lanci looked up at Siegrle across the desk, her overly relaxed demeanor making him stare at her with a complex expression.
"I know, we're saying goodbye. Goodbyes can be happy too, right? Makes the next long-awaited reunion all the more carefree."
Siegrle met his gaze earnestly and nodded,
"But since we might not see each other again, could you fulfill one of my wishes? I've done so much for you, you ought to reward me a little more."
She crossed her arms with a look of distress, haggling.
"What?"
Lanci asked with a slight premonition of doom.
As far as he knew, Siegrle was the sort to take advantage of a situation.