Arriving at the Palace

"Hurry up, Come Faster~"

"I-I am trying!"

"You can move even more faster!!"

"B-But it is sssooo tight... m-my~aarrrhhh!"

"FUCK!!"

Aether stood with a blank expression, observing the three individuals, whom he often referred to as the 'Dogs of Timmy,' struggling to rotate the massive wheel that facilitated the kitchen's fire circulation, connecting it to the burner.

It was a daily ordeal; the mechanism would frequently get stuck, necessitating the effort of three people to get it moving again. These three 'idiots' had volunteered for this task, seeing it as an opportunity to prove themselves.

'Those useless idiots,' Aether thought to himself, shaking his head in mild exasperation before deciding to step away from the chaotic scene. His designated duty time had already ended, and he saw no reason to intervene in others' affairs.