The downpouring of the rain was still ongoing even when the day had gone by. The sun was in a contending battle against the thick black clouds but it had no sign of winning. The sea was raging but the festive of the banquet was about to begin soon.
In the throne room, the broken ceiling was already fixed spotless. There was not a sign of debris or even dust on the clean floor below. The single throne that was the center of attention didn't lose its splendor against the uniquely set clean tables that hosted a variety of delicacies.
Bernadetta walked to the center of the empty banquet before clapping her hand once. Then, they came with a whoosh right in front of them with their hands held on their back. The group of maids did an astounding job in cleaning the entire huge and vast building in less than a single night. Not to mention fixing the rooftop with such finesse.
