Celio didn't appear to be way too bothered about the brotherly fight; it wasn't the first time it had happened between Cargan and his brothers.
"I feel sad for the poor lobby," Celio jeered instead, a playful glint in his eyes.
Cargan chuckled lightly as he undressed, feeling more comfortable in the clothes Celio had meticulously prepared for him. Once he was inside his palace, he always relished the freedom of being unburdened by formal attire.
"Is it being fixed now?" Cargan questioned while putting on the more comfortable attire, a sense of relief evident in his voice.
"Yes, your eminence. The workers are already on it since you stepped out. The front entrance was empty, so the Butler had them come through a different route," Celio replied promptly, sounding ever so efficient.
