Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded at the door.
Sifa put down the Emperor's diary and said, "Come in."
The door opened, and a young maid walked in. The girl, in the bloom of youth, wore a black-and-white servant's dress characteristic of the era and carried a tray laden with pastries and tea.
"Young Master Sifa, Butler Kunna asked me to bring you afternoon tea." The girl glanced timidly at Sifa.
Sifa knew that when Bison had come to Backlund, he had only brought the two butlers, Sebas and Kunna, along with several personal male and female servants. Everyone else, including the cook, had been hired after arriving in Backlund.
Like this pretty little maid before him, Sifa did not even know her name. He could only smile and nod. "Just leave it there."
After setting everything down, the little maid left with the tray in her arms.
Sifa coughed lightly and tried calling out, "Kardashian?"
His spirituality was stirred. He looked up and saw strands of black, viscous liquid seeping from the chandelier on the ceiling. They did not drip down completely, instead forming Kardashian's seductive face and her long black hair hanging upside down in midair.
If this were nighttime, this would have been a classic ghost encounter... Sifa gently lifted the teapot. "Would you like some afternoon tea?"
"You're quite amusing. Afternoon tea is merely one of those boring pastimes popular among you Loen people. Besides, do you think I look like I'm in any state to drink afternoon tea?"
Kardashian then turned to glance at Grigor, who was already pressed against the side of the birdcage in terror. "You're quite extravagant, keeping a Magical Animal. Would you mind if I turned it into an Undead? The obedient kind."
Sifa glanced at Grigor, who was trembling all