Reluctantly, Fritz narrated every little thing that happened when he was fighting against Astra's leader, Silverwar. He finds it a pain to tell people the story every time.
'I am not a fucking storyteller!'
Their so-called feast of breakfast was done and, Fritz and Newt were accompanied by Ada to their rooms. Greillade said that they should see their rooms first before he has a one-on-one talk with them.
The two kids do not have that much luggage since Fritz has spatial inventory. The house had guests rooms. It was comfortable enough for Fritz and Newt.
*Knock, knock, knock*
Three gentle knocks on Fritz's room echoed just when he was about to lay his aching back on the fluffy bed. He was disrupted and was urged to open the door.
