—And do the furniture know how to solve the matter?—Apolo asked, looking at the furniture in the room carefully, trying to see if any of them moved, indicating that they knew something. But it seemed they were all quite "quiet".

—According to what the furniture had said, even the rooms don't know how to solve it—answered Aquiles, showing that apparently there was a hierarchy within the world that only the Gururis in this house could appreciate.

—Well, there's not much I can do then. Anyway, there's no need to worry: my ancestors protected me last night, and they will do so again tomorrow if something were to happen...—Apolo muttered to himself, trying to convince himself that everything would be fine; after all, the young noble had been living in this mansion for almost two years, and nothing too strange had happened. Although the grim reality was that the servants died of blue plague far too often not to suspect that something odd was going on. However, for carefree Apolo, it was impossible to notice this, and the silence from his former butler Orrin regarding the mansion's "secret" didn't help reveal what was happening.

—Did we earn the decorations?—Nicolás asked, noticing that his master had gone into a reflective mode, detached from reality.

—Eh?... Yes... You've earned them—Apolo replied, snapping out of his trance—Go to the mansion's door: there you will find your decorations. Find some place in the mansion to start "decorating" the furniture. Don't bring them all to this room, and try to exchange those decorations with others belonging to different furniture. Have fun, and remember not to mess with Zoe. If I find out you fought with Zoe while carrying the decorations, I'll take them away and give them to her.

As if a flag had been waved, the two pink Gururis began a race to the mansion's door in search of their "decorations". Meanwhile, Apolo followed them with concern, having little confidence that these two pink fetuses wouldn't get into a fight with Zoe. However, Apolo wanted to speed things up a bit and try to get these two creatures to finally start working with Zoe and stop trying to harm her. But to do that, the young man needed to give the two pink Gururis more and more freedom, which in turn increased the risk of an accident happening.

Upon reaching the mansion's door, the young noble observed the large pile of corpses piled up at the entrance of his mansion. Most of the bodies were intact and appeared to have died from scalding steam, but the number of servants whose corpses indicated they had been crushed by some piece of furniture was highly suspicious.

Seeing nearly 30 dead people piled up at his doorstep would disgust anyone. But in Apolo's eyes, what bothered him was the detail that Zoe had taken the trouble to place Orrin's and Mateo's corpses separately from the pile. Thus, the young noble could see their faces directly, and they seemed to be staring at him as if they were judging him as the great responsible for their lives ending this way.

—That's life: you're born a servant, and you die a servant: So don't look at me with those eyes and blame your ancestors!—Apolo exclaimed, looking angrily at the corpses of the only servants whose names he knew.

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—Is something wrong, master?—Aquiles asked, somewhat scared by the sudden outburst.

—Take these two unlucky ones away from my sight immediately and hide them in a place where I'll never have the misfortune of crossing paths with them again!—Apolo shouted forcefully.

The two pink Gururis felt their master's anger and hurried to carry the corpses. However, since they didn't know how to use their magic very well, and the corpses were quite heavy, the creatures had to work together to transport a single corpse at a time. Orrin's corpse, which appeared less heavy, was the first to receive this great honor. The two Gururis took hold of his legs and shoulders and transported the old man back into the mansion.

While Apolo stared paralyzed at Mateo's face, the lower part of his body had turned into a mass of minced meat, but his head remained intact, and his lifeless eyes judged Apolo's actions.

—What did you expect?! That I'd bury you in the cemetery?!—Apolo yelled, approaching Mateo's corpse, giving it a blow with his staff that sent his guts flying through the air—Of course not, why should I bother and waste my time burying my uncle's bastard! It was a mistake to try to help you in the first place!

*Puff, puff, puff *...Apolo angrily continued lifting and lowering his staff to beat Mateo's corpse, seeking to disfigure the man's face enough to make his judgmental eyes stop staring at him for his actions, all the while shouting with fury:

—A mistake that cost me dearly, that made me lose valuable days I should have spent on myself! If my uncle or your mother really cared about you, they would have protected you from beyond the grave, Mateo. I was a fool to worry about a servant! I should have respected my grandfather's will, and neither of us would be aware of the mistakes my uncle made.

Given Apolo's strength, Mateo's head didn't take long to lose any human features, and after a few blows with the staff, it transformed into a pile of minced flesh.

Finally, Mateo's eyes had disappeared from this world, causing the young noble to calm down and feel as though his former servant's blood was staining his entire body. Feeling completely dirty, Apolo took off his toga and threw it aside, standing completely naked. Without caring about anything, or rather, unable to think about anything, Apolo ran to the lake in his room, desperate to rid himself of all this filth that stained his body. This blood incessantly reminded the young man of how easily things could turn for the worse and how fragile human beings could be in the face of life's challenges. However, at this moment, Apolo didn't want to reflect on anything and only wanted to escape from the immense problem he had found himself in.

Running at a breakneck speed for any normal person, Apolo reached the lake before he could even realize what he was doing. Without stopping, the young man reached the shore and, using all his strength, made an inhuman leap that catapulted him into the middle of the lake. As he fell from the sky and felt the air collide with his body, Apolo couldn't stop thinking about the gaze of the mountain of corpses, of his Gururis, of his former butler, of his bastard cousin, of his grandfather, of his mother, of his brothers, and the gaze of his own reflection in the water. A merciless gaze that kept reproaching him for all the mistakes he had made, was making, and would make in the future.

However, everything that goes up must come down, and time added its grains of sand to make Apolo end up falling into the water.

*Splash*...The young man fell onto the water, creating an explosion that lifted the water several meters. As he felt the water removing the sticky blood from him, the young man slowly regained his sanity and began to feel calm again as he floated on the surface of the lake, gazing at the big sun in the clear sky.

—What comes next, Apolito?—Murmured Apolo, pondering his future in vain, unable to process how overnight he had been left completely alone in the capital, with no one who truly knew him.