'Gods what have I done?' Protector thought while looking at the holes in the walls, the rips in their clothes, and at the two magical beasts that stared at him, demanding their afternoon food.
To his eyes, every one of them turned into a small pile of money equivalent to their respective daily expenses.
'Nalrond wants to leave, I already work a lot, and once Fenrir grows, she'll want her own magical beast. If Selia doesn't kill me first, stress will.'
"Thank the gods you are here, Lith." Nalrond rushed out of his room and Fenrir welcomed him by biting playfully at his foot. "Bad girl! Bad! You ruined another pair of good shoes!"
At that point, Ryman started to cry. He would have to pay for that as well.
"What can I do for you?" Lith turned up the volume of the cartoon to cover the sobbing.
