Back at the residence of the Brute King, Butler Fin was busy sweeping up the pieces of glass that used to belong to a window pane. He had already cleared the bigger glass pieces. But since he wasn't a mortal, he could ignore the risk of getting injured by a neglected sharp object. At his level of strength it would be a joke to get hurt because of a piece of glass. Any ascender who heard this would scoff at the absurdity of such a thought. None of them would consider it ignorance, for ignorance and stupidity may go hand in hand, but they weren't the same.
Anyway, after taking the large glass fragments out of the way, not because of the fear of an injury as we have already established but due to the simple reason that they will get in his way, Butler Fin proceeded to fix a new window where the old one previously stood. In the few minutes it took him to complete this task, several flies had already found their way into the building. Since fixing the window took precedence to cleaning the broken glass fragments of the floor, he had proceeded with that. One might wonder why the Head Butler was doing such a mundane task on his own when he could just get some other servant to deal with this menial job. Well, there were some sensitive things in the study, hence he was the only one allowed inside. That is, if we count out Uncle Jake who had been absent for a few years now.
"I wonder how my old friend is doing. I haven't heard from him in so long. What is he up to?" He wondered as he finally got the last glass fragment into his dust collector. With his excellent eyesight, even the smallest of particles did not escape his meticulous cleaning. He walked out the study, making sure to lock it before disposing off the trash in the bin just outside the room. He may be the only one allowed inside, but he surely wasn't going to be on trash duty. All the rubbish gathered in the study room were usually disposed in the bin that was just outside the room. It wasn't that the study room didn't have its own bin, he just never used it. Even when Ray was around and dumped some things in that bin, Fin would just transfer it to the bin outside.
He made his way to the pantry downstairs after his task was complete. Ray was a powerful man- no, a powerful god. Yet he was just as messy as any 6 year old. "Of course with the exception of highly intelligent children like Young Master Mane." Butler Fin was quick to readjust his thinking to exclude children with Mane's level of maturity from the list. Well, Ray was strong enough to kill everyone on this planet quite simply. In fact, any Heaven Realmer would be able to do so without much effort. And they could do so with their clothes clean. This didn't apply to Ray. The Brute King was poor at keeping himself tidy. He was certain that even if Ray returned with clean clothes, his hands and maybe his face, would have some blood on them. He ignored the strange looks the chef gave him and carried a bowl of water upstairs. A clean towel was slung over his shoulder, obviously for Ray to use in wiping his hands after wetting them.
Although there were several bath houses and washrooms in this gigantic house, there was none in the study room. This wasn't a design flaw, but rather a command by Alexis. The Absolute Queen understood herself better than anyone else, and hence had made such a request. She had insisted that all their houses be designed this way to stop herself from ever spending the night there. She had a bad habit of getting so caught up in her thoughts, especially when it was 'work' related, that she could go on for days without rest. But there was a catch. Unlike her husband, she was a clean freak. As long as she had some water to wash herself clean, there was no way Ray would ever find her in their room. So she put that rule in place. And it was because she was somewhat obsessed with cleanliness that Ray had to always ensure that he would be as fresh as possible, especially after returning from a rampage such as this one. So Butler Fin took it upon himself to provide the water and cloth he would need for just that. He had just unlocked the door when he felt Ray's aura. The rapidly approaching aura was like a beacon in this world filled with people of such measly strength. Of course, Butler Fin wasn't including the three impressive auras from the Academy. He was aware that those auras were only impressive because his young master had mentored them. Mane would be surprised by how much Butler Fin knew. He would be even more surprised if he knew that the things he considered as secrets weren't really secrets. For instance, the 'secret' training place for the Silver Wolves wasn't really a secret place. Also, with the case of the assassins who had attacked Mane, Butler Fin had sensed it, yet he wasn't worried. Not only had he felt that Mane's parents, his masters, were near, he also smelt the eagerness of a hidden power in the boy. It was a power more than eager to prove itself, and the seemingly weak butler decided to put his trust in that power. It wasn't a case of taking a risk, for Mane wasn't truly at any risk. The blonde haired prodigy wasn't aware, but there was a spell of absolute protection placed on him by his mother. No one below the ascension realm could possibly kill him. It would only trigger when a vital body part was attacked with the intent to kill. Of course in their anxiety, the couple feared across the myriad realms had forgotten this crucial fact. And Butler Fin didn't remind them. They missed their son. And the butler saw nothing wrong with them rushing to his side.
These little thoughts lasted a few seconds, yet the presence of the Brute King was now just outside the window.
*crash*
"You never learn, do you Fin? You should know that I would definitely use the same entrance." Butler Fin's eyebrows twitched in annoyance at his boss' words. 'Who else could I blame but myself?' the man self-mocked. He had been with Ray for so long, yet he always made the mistake of fixing what the careless brat destroyed, always forgetting that what Ray had broken, he would definitely break again. He watched in annoyance as the just repaired window pane lay in the same state as its predecessor, in shambles.
"Don't look so glum Fin" Ray smirked. "Alright I'd fix it" Ray raised his hands in surrender upon receiving Fin's glare. "Restituere" he chanted. The glass fragments immediately merged together to form one whole, and refitted themselves in the empty space behind Ray.
*crash*
The repaired window was shattered by a mere gust of wind from the mouth of the butler.
"The broom is at the corner of the room, and so is the dustpan. There are several window replacements in the storeroom which is connected to the pantry, and so are the tools needed for the refitting." Butler Fin didn't sound like a subordinate, more like a father speaking to his son. Even more fascinating was the fact that Ray didn't utter a word in response to his request, silently walking out of the study to do his butler's bidding.
"And bring me a slice of cake when you are returning". Ray gave a thumbs up, showing that he had heard and would do what he had been requested. So for the second time today, the chef watched in amazement as the owner of the residence picked up a large glass panel and some tools, and a plate of cake too, and began to ascend the stairs. Even the attempts by the chef and other servants to help carry the objects fell on deaf ears. Their master insisted that he was alright, with the surrounding workers wondering how he could possibly carry all these things without dropping any of them. It wasn't a matter of strength, but one of anatomy. Just like them, their employer had only two hands. They watched in amazement as he calmly carried all the items with relative ease, with one of them whispering to the chef, "Is our master a god?"
If they knew what he had done before returning home, they would be asking if he was a devil instead. Unbeknownst to them, Ray heard all their whispers. He smiled slightly at their words, though they couldn't see this since he had his back to them.
"Although you have butchered the men who came after your boy, you don't seem satisfied at all. What did you discover?" Fin asked curiously. Although Ray looked calm, Fin could still feel some fury in the man he had watched over, since he was a boy. He was certain that something had gone wrong, he wasn't sure what it was though. So what do you do when you want to scratch an itch? Simple, you ask. And that was just what Fin was doing.