Then things spiraled out of control.
Fate had never intended such a development from the beginning, but that was indeed the course of events, which must have involved the so-called workers, who were actually Chaotic Believers.
"Mr. Donald, come in, it's too chaotic outside." The young child stood at the open door, looking at Donald.
The latter nodded, "We... we have been deceived by the Chaos."
"That's quite normal, isn't it? Humans are such a species that enjoys hating each other." The elf with pointed ears smiled, "Mr. Malin has instructed that this is his property, and he does not wish for anyone to see an assassin living on it."
"I know, sorry, I just feel... like I've become a homeless good-for-nothing again." Donald sighed as he walked toward the boy, "Sorry, I'm rambling again."
"Yes, you've been working in the cake shop for a year now, Mr. Malin's private shop wasn't affected this time, we're already very fortunate." The elven boy said.
