Wind's life only revolved around the golden factory and the battle centers. Thankfully Fell had gifted him with ample monetary resources that made him capable of living through this lifestyle.
Fell was a little bit disappointed, but he knew that he would meet the young official at some point. He decided that leaving his home in this state was too disrespectful, and began cleaning the house like a maniac. It had only been a few days, and it didn't take him more than a dozen minutes before clearing every speck of dust in the house.
He rewarded himself with a gargantuan meal and emptied most of the fridge in one go before sitting in a random stop in the living room. His eyes closed as he regulated his breathing to turn the content of his stomach into nutrients for his body. And before long, he understood that his body was nearly starving.
