As usual, time continued to pass by normally, but unfortunately for our protagonist, Apolo was interrupted by Mateo's shouts before he could fully focus on the task he had just begun.

—Sir, sir! Where are you?!—Mateo shouted through the mansion's hallways, trying to locate the young magician.

—...—Apolo heard the shouts, but he ignored them and kept folding the old clothes, preparing them to be stored.

—Sir, sir!—Mateo continued yelling, each time louder.

—Why the heck do they always need me? What the heck am I keeping them for? Isn't it so they can take care of my problems? Why do I have to deal with their problems?...—Apolo complained under his breath as he continued folding the old clothes.

—Can you hear me? Sir!—Mateo shouted from quite close to the room.

—Here! Damn it, I'm here!—Apolo yelled angrily, causing his shout to echo through the mansion's walls.

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Mateo heard the shout and rushed toward the room where Apolo was. Without knocking, he entered and saw the young nobleman standing over a child's bed, folding a stack of children's clothes.

—Can't you see I'm organizing Timoteo's room?—Apolo complained upon seeing his servant's face.

—Who's Timoteo?—Mateo asked in bewilderment.

—My boy...—Apolo responded, pointing to one corner of the room.

Out of habit, Mateo followed the gesture and found a pile of a child's bones inside a wooden box.

—You're looking a bit thin, Timoteo—Mateo said with irony, looking at the box in the room with a sad smile.

—He'll look better once I put him back together—Apolo replied, looking at the child's room with pride. He had really made it look nice—Anyway, why were you calling me?

—A problem came up while they were arranging the coffins, and now the servants refuse to keep storing the coffins in the dungeon—Mateo replied hurriedly.

—What do you mean these lazy bums don't want to work?!—Apolo shouted angrily, almost deafening Mateo.

—You should see the situation for yourself, my lord...—Mateo said softly, trying to calm the young nobleman.

—Fine, let's see why these bunch of useless idiots won't work...—Apolo responded, leaving the clothes he had been folding on the bed and storming towards the exit in anger.