Klein was utterly baffled. What era was this? They were still calling people "Your Highness"? Were these people sick in the head?
And that deer could go upstairs, so why couldn't he?
Of course, under the threat of the other man's fists, he promptly chickened out.
Upstairs, Klein and the others' personal belongings were all packed up and tossed downstairs, while the servants replaced everything with court furnishings.
Even when she went out, Gwen brought a group of attendants with her.
Although her way home had been blocked, she was not worried in the slightest.
If they really ran into danger, she could just call her parents.
When Father descended, everyone would have to kneel and call him Father.
With nothing to worry about, Gwen appeared exceptionally composed.
She had never suffered since childhood. Letting Gwen experience hardship for the sake of empathy was fine, but making her suffer every day was wildly unrealistic.
Once everything had been settled, two maids remained upstairs while everyone else rolled back down to the first floor to sleep on the ground.
As for safety... it was hard to say who was protecting whom.
Klein watched these strange people coming and going, then the burly man who had warned him earlier placed his bedding by the stairway.
He still had not processed it. "What are you doing?"
"Moving in!"
"There are still rooms upstairs," Klein could not help reminding him.
But the other man looked at him as though he were an idiot. "What an uncivilized monkey."
Klein could not understand the insult at all. If the man had called them unevolved fathead fish, he might have flown into a rage immediately.
Just as he was preparing to fish for information, a burly man came downstairs. "You... yes, you. Come upstairs with me to