Three days have passed and the boys, Edwin, Arvid, and Ivar, were busy fixing the mansion floor.
Since the incident that had happened, they have been doing work for the mansion with just the three of them. Gladios wanted to help, however, they were worried about him so they told him to just take it easy and do other tasks such as ordering and sorting out.
They only agreed to work amongst themselves, since they didn't want to risk their identities to the humans. Work can actually be done faster even with just the three of them because they have something that mortals don't.
Magic.
"How could you destroy the mansion floor," Arvid complained and Edwin squinted his eyes at his son.
They were already carrying the first set of expensive tiles ordered for them to start with their work.
As Arvid put one box down, his father looked at him as he shook his head.
