"P-please have some tea!"
Clili was serving tea to everyone in the hall, diligently fulfilling her duties as a maid of Rose Mansion. Of course, Faci had no share in this.
Mr. Faci, who had nearly smashed Mr. Assath's nose crooked with nothing but his head last night, was unusually silent now. He knew there was absolutely no chance of escape.
Escape?
Whenever he merely had such a thought, his body instinctively resisted him, making him feel like vomiting. During that endless run through that world, Faci no longer knew how many times he had thrown up.
But if he did not want to die, he could only keep running.
It had been an experience... an experience that even reason itself probably wanted to seal away.
But in truth, most people's gazes were now focused on Boss Luo.
Although this mansion was clearly Assath's property, before anyone realized it, Boss Luo had come to seem more like its master.
He possessed a peculiar power that made him the center of everyone's attention, the center of everything... Bertrand remained silent. He had to admit it, because he, too, had unknowingly become one of those affected.
Bertrand suddenly had a strange feeling.
If he likened this future son-in-law to the sun, then everything in the world would be everything that revolved around that sun according to fixed laws.
Perhaps we were all born to be servants serving this sun?
It was a very strange feeling, one that vanished in an instant and left behind only a faint sense of oddness.
Bertrand subconsciously shook his head. After temporarily casting aside that odd feeling, he cleared his throat and looked at Faci, who was fidgeting uneasily as though awaiting judgment. "There's someone outside who's been watching this place since last night. Aren't you going