"My lord! I thought dinner would be delayed!" Dinah asked in delighted surprise. "Will we be having dinner on time?" Everyone had been busy lately, and even Dinah, the Artificial Human responsible for daily life, had been exceptionally occupied. Not only did she have to look after the two Witches and Salomon's food, clothing, and daily needs, she also had to find time to cross the Atlantic Ocean, train servants for the Oxfordshire manor, and seek wisdom from the old butler at Croft Manor. The servants here were the kind found in British aristocratic estates before World War I—most similar estates now used a hiring system, especially properties purchased by NEW MONEY, where university students often hoped to find summer work. However, because there were simply too many secrets in the Oxfordshire manor, and because Dinah considered summer workers thoroughly unprofessional, every servant hired was employed for life.
Even so, people still applied. Salomon could only lament how dreadful the United Kingdom's job market truly was.
But considering that this job came with wages indexed to inflation, a health insurance fund, generous pension insurance, and all sorts of benefits available after retirement, it was hardly surprising that so many people applied. Thus, Dinah's belief that the servants needed military training somehow became perfectly reasonable. Since Salomon paid so much, asking that the servants at least know how to use a pistol was not too much to ask.
"Yeah, that's what I thought at first too, until I said something stupid." Salomon scratched his messy hair.
He wore no shirt, and his back was covered in scratches and bite marks, showing just how intense the previous battle had been. He had long since handed the manor's affairs to Dinah for her to handle herself. Without drawing upon the City of Immortals'