For the umpteenth time that day, I let out a sigh; staring blankly outside the window from the empty research floor. The cushions scattered around the carpet were a reminiscence of how many people hung out there in the past; Izzi, Zia, Lesta, sometimes Eruha...
None of them were here now.
I felt so heartbroken.
"Are you alright, Young Master?" the imps asked worriedly, holding a blanket and a tray filled with all kinds of warm drinks.
Oh, I guessed it wasn't truly empty, but...
Haa...it's different.
"Are you sad, Young Master?" Arta stroked my head, and my lower lip just jutted out in response.
"You think?"
She chuckled and just kept stroking my head. "Oh, how it saddens me to know I'm no longer enough to accompany you..."
"What are you talking about when you have been so busy this month?" I pursed my lips and rolled to the other side, prompting Arta to laugh.