The remaining gold of one million from the carts of Soulshards was more than enough to run Eshu County as a fully functional society for at least a year without sparing any expenses.
That's why the long-mottled table was filled with expensive delicacies even if it's just for satisfying one's morning hunger. Moreover, the maids—not just Beatrice—had adjusted to their lord's will that they should dine with them together given the chance.
"What's with this atmosphere? Yawn." Waking up from my fruitful slumber, I sensed that something was wrong the moment my feet stepped into the dining hall as I stretched my arms upward.
Before anyone could utter a word or two, I looked around, unable to see Butler Wilfred, prompting me to add, "And where's Butler Wilfred?"
Hearing my question, my auricular senses sharpened as some of them, especially my sister, involuntarily gulped before looking at me with pleading eyes.
