The days were incredibly tiring for Heinrich. There was endless work, endless decisions to make, and endless tears to observe. Every action had a reaction - somehow always a negative reaction.
Heinrich looked at the ceiling of his room while lying on his bed, wondering where he went wrong with his decision to end up in such a challenging position.
Surrounded by the difficulties of his eternal life, he failed to notice the knocking on his doors.
"Great Father?" Teresia entered and asked in concern.
Heinrich sat up instantly upon hearing her voice, "When did you come in?" The sternness in his voice was as clear as ever.
"I knocked a few times just now…" Teresia said, "I came here to update you about the food situation."
"Right," Heinrich seemed flustered, "What about it?"
