Flain walked to his new room—or rather, villa—number 5.
It was a large house with a pointed golden wall, white marble, and gold-gray columns. Around it were planted flowers and majestic bushes from which the sweet scent of various fruits spread.
Flain took the key he had been given and unlocked the door. At the entrance, six maids were lined up, waiting for him.
"Greetings, master," they all said at once.
Flain looked at them coldly. "Get out, I don't need you right now."
The maids obediently left the house. Flain lightly stomped on the floor. Just as he expected. Beneath him was another room where they lived.
Flain would much prefer if they lived somewhere else. Just like in room 29, he didn't need servants who were not loyal to him.
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A week passed.
In the meantime, the larva waited hidden in a clump of grass, killing and eating ants that came out of the hole under the tree root. The larva assumed that was where their anthill was.
