At this time, in Castle Arstain, Aleric was sleeping sweetly in the most luxurious bed of his life after a night of hard work. It had a large red canopy and the thickest mattress Aleric had ever seen, not to mention three entire pillows and several blankets.
And it wasn't even the master bedroom, but a guest room for the count's most important guests.
Still, it was larger and had more furniture than Aleric's entire childhood house, and had tapestries with scenes of hunting covering almost the entirety of its walls.
The Leshmann siblings were sleeping in a much smaller guest room, a floor below, just as exhausted.
The servants began to wake up, unsure whether they should work as usual or run for their lives.
Even Countess Arstain was sleeping together with her two sons in the master bedroom. Usually, her husband would be there too, but right now, he was dead to her.
And also, hosting people in his study.
