Mr. Clan Lord

I slumped into a chair after rejuvenating myself with a surplus dinner, my eyes skimming the upgrades made to my building. It had been transformed, outstandingly so. A few she-devils had lingered in a corner, half-naked, and I had promptly chased them out. Olaf, in his attempt to please me, had believed that their presence would add to the luxury of my home.

The room was dimly lit; I had turned off most of the lights, preferring the darkness in the main room. A Substore was dubiously positioned in one corner, allowing the clan Lord—me—to easily access and purchase whatever items I needed without having to leave and show myself to the public.