"T-this is…!"
The nezura apartment was crowded, but most of those crowds consisted of usalians instead of the nezuras. Likewise, a fair share of usalians also bombarded their patriarch with panic messages like a machine gun.
"Patriarch! You must come to the apartament!"
"Patriarch! Something is happening!"
"I feel like many of my genmates are bombarding you with messages, in which case, I apologize for them."
"T-there is a small!"
Most of the hysteric comment came from the new generation of usalians, considering that most of the first gen were reserved enough to try fixing a problem by themselves before consulting with the patriarch.
