"What do you think?"
The old butler looked at Selyu. She was the mistress here, and he had no authority to overstep.
"It's okay, I don't think much of it."
Selyu's reply was quite bland. Perhaps the busyness of these days really made it hard for her to summon any emotions.
Everyone was busy, dealing with the aftermath of the storm and preparing for the next disaster.
The next... disaster.
Thinking about this, Selyu's face showed worry, and the so-called victory banquet was overshadowed with a bleakness; this was far from being over.
Seeing this, the old butler said no more. He simply adhered to their wishes. He knew well that no matter how dispirited Oscar seemed, he was ultimately like Selyu, a person of that world, whereas he was not. He couldn't enter, and all he could do was do his part well.
"Then I'll take my leave."
