The master bedroom was spacious and bright.
Baimu was showing Calyrex the various things in the room.
At first, Calyrex was interested in the products of modern industry, but as Baimu went on, irritation gradually crept across his deerlike face.
He realized the believer before him did not treat him like a king at all.
Going over every little detail, droning on and on—
How disrespectful!
I am not a human child!
This is why shallow believers are so...
Calyrex was annoyed and exhausted, and even a little hungry.
He had done nothing since waking, but the unfamiliar surroundings, the sudden appearance of an old enemy, and the unpleasant memories that kept resurfacing had worn him down in body and mind.
"My good subject..."
"Does Your Majesty wish to rest?"
Baimu had been watching his expression. It was much livelier than when he had first emerged from the coffin, and Baimu could tell what he wanted. "Then I'll take my leave," he said, stepping out of the room.
Click.
The door shut.
Calyrex breathed a sigh of relief and eagerly threw himself onto the large bed. Soft comfort enveloped him at once.
How comfortable!
He had to admit it was far more comfortable than a bed of flowers, vines, and hay.
Humans in this age certainly know how to live!
Calyrex rolled over. The enormous bud atop his head pressed against the soft pillow, squashing it into all sorts of shapes.
He paid it no mind, staring blankly at the pale blue bed curtains hanging beside him.
This world was too unfamiliar to him.
Humans had once fled from powerful beasts and stood helpless before natural disasters. They could only survive under his protection.
Now they had gone so far as to tame those beasts completely.
The new royal guard