It had been two days since the attack on the walls—as Alexander was walking through the city after completing his morning paperwork, his face marred with dark eyes and a sullen look from the tiresome work that made him wish the zombies had come back.
'Damn, being in control of a city is so much hard work... what will it be like if we expanded in the future... so much paperwork and proposals from the damn council...'
[Hahaha! Imagine being a goddess!]
The bright voice of Sapphira appeared after the longest time, causing Alexander to stagger his hand, missing the wooden beam before falling down a set of stone steps. There was no pain, but the looks from the people made him want to be swallowed by the earth and die.
"Are you okay, lord?"
