"It's surreal how this haven appears dormant while our kingdom is working tirelessly." Owen commented, amazed at the architecture present within the interior of the mansion.
"The size of this mansion definitely contributes to it." Nagan wryly chuckled.
"Then again, you're still indirectly doing your role as the patriarch through your soul links," Owen sighed as she smiled. "Take a good rest, won't you."
"I'm afraid that multitasking is already a part of my hobby."
The two of them entered a secluded bedroom, all decorated with exo-flowers from the wayward world and a pair of geese tower art facing one another on top of the fluffy king-sized bed. It was as if extra work was prepared by the usalians, inquisitively.
"Sometimes, I'm scared of how fast they grow," Nagan said as he scratched the back of his head.
Meanwhile, Owen was barely affected by it. "They have grown enough to learn this." Because she was already in the mood.
