"Not to complain... but why are we home again?" Olivia asked, she urged to pry any kind of explanation out of the boy.
"I need slaves," William answered, and slowly strolled through the huge palace's hallway.
Such a pale reaction surely irritated the others, this time Mirada decided to burst into the conversation.
She jolted, "Use your fucking words, you're not a toddler! What are we going to do? I wasn't supposed to be a teenage mother!"
Such hollers could trigger even the calmest minds quite effortlessly, but William wasn't capable to react right now. The thrill of the recent adventures had slowly wore down, so he didn't have much reasons to be as alert.
The good man's mind was overwhelmed by the numerous mental burdens, so now he could only focus on a few things at a time! That one task at hand was one thing he cared about, and the little kids were the other.
