Imagine: the absolute crapshow that comes with being the sole therapist of Lugnica's knights.
We've got Reinhard with mommy and daddy issues, Julius with mommy and daddy issues, Ferris with mommy and daddy issues, (if only) Subaru's EVERYTHING issues—
Marcos only hired because he thought it necessary, and thought only one was all he needed, but he really underestimated the issues his knights have
Then again, mental health probably isn't well-known, to the point that even the therapist can't get their own therapist
"Holy shit, I need a drink," you sighed, rubbing your temples.
Julius, without hesitating from his red, plush chair, procured out a nice, expensive-looking bottle of bourbon.
"... That'll do."
Got a problem? Head to Lugnica's single, extremely over-worked therapist
Even Heinkel shows up and it's just- what the heck. He's carting in a sleeping, golden-haired woman on a wheelchair, wearing a sullen face
"This is my wife, Louanna."
... What the hell were you supposed to do with this information? Therapy no jutsu her awake? You heard enough from Reinhard, and by the Great Waterfall, did you need Julius's alcohol cabinet to even think of tackling the Astrea family's problems.
Then again, you did make sure Julius discarded it... damn.
"I heard you give relationship advice."
Your brain stuttered. Then you decided that, as soon as this was over, you were dragging down Reinhard for an emergency session, missions be damned.
To make things worse, a Divine Protection that cancels others' Divine Protections. Reinhard is a mere pebble before you. Unless he gets a Divine Protection to nullify yours, but the world sees it to his benefit to not. So he don't get it.
Julius is visibly confused, watching a sobbing Reinhard get escorted out of the room by you. Also worried for himself, knowing he's next.
Rinse, repeat, Ferris is visibly confused, watching a sobbing Julius get escorted out of the room by you.
Reinhard just has a sympathetic face to Julius. Meanwhile, you realize your work is cut out for you.