His last evening's meal desecrate was there, and he could have look into that for so much long normally he was in so squeamish to this so he left.
"On what abomination did I imagine him like that?"
A dismay of the carpet from what came to a fading vision. Questions with no answers. All surrounding Kyro to be that form to see him that way, that was the question that pierced his mind.
A fantasy Butler made to fit his specifications granted by the gift of Castella's Grace was not something that he could imagine to this day, he had called his other servant to clean this. Not his other servant, too many tensions as it is.
The high missionary that will proselytize for the righteous are not meant to be in such a state anyhow, or a those that who claim to be. The shameless boundaries of Internet clout must be getting to his head, his tail wags for a moment.