"Ugh, we are running out of room," I complained, clicking my tongue against my teeth, making a "tsk" sound as I looked around the shop.
I had known this time was going to come. Yet, with everything going on, I had forgotten to ask Marcella to ask her father about the warehouse Galant had just smashed through.
"Why not just tear the place down and ask for permission later. You are not only a king of your own kingdom, but also a prince in this one," Galant said, crossing his arms.
The useless robot had just been standing over me and the other golems like a foreman the entire time. The only help he gave came in the form of critical comments about our work. The comments did end up helping, but I was becoming less and less amused by his words. Unfortunately, Galant was still stronger than me.
