Bam-bam...
"Night, wake up," an annoying voice came from the door. "Everyone is about to leave for the festival."
Bam-bam...
"Tsk, how dare he tell me what to do!" I muttered, opening my eyes.
I rose from the lotus position and opened the door that was about to be broken by the aggressive knocks.
At the entrance, a young brat, barely fifty, stood there. He had short mortal hair, a thin mortal body, and a very annoying mortal personality.
His name was Garrick, but I called him Leech.
"What do you want, Leech?"
"You finally woke up," Garrick sighed. "Aren't you going to the festival?"
"Why do you care?"
"Oy Night, don't tell me you're thinking of skipping the festival. You can't do this!" Garrick nagged. "Don't you know it's necessary for all slaves to attend the festival?"
"Should I just kill him?" I thought inwardly. "Sigh... forget it, Her Majesty will be disappointed if I kill a mortal."
"Get lost, Leech. I will come when I wish to come."
