The only logical thing I could think off was that in order to have the culture I was now seeing, the monsters needed to have created it. But how? In order to do that, they would need to know of humans.
"Here we are. Please make yourself comfortable esteemed one. I fetch get some drinks and snacks. Do you have any allergies or the like?"
I was brought to a similarly expensive holding room with high class furniture. Everything from the flooring to the wallpaper screamed big bucks. There was a couple of couches and what appeared to be a coffee table.
The colors were vibrant, and the craftsmanship was impressive. I even saw metallic bits inlaid in both the furniture and the decorations. It was as if they were trying to show off how rich they were.
But even with all that what I found unbelievable was the things the butler was spouting. Was this bastard fucking high? Reapers and allergies? Did he really think my kind even gave a shit about such things?
