"Sixteen, Sixteen, what have you been busy with lately, coming and going like a ghost, without helping out your brothers!"
Gu Shiba frowned and looked at the sky, feeling quite melancholic.
When Sixteen was around, it was fine, but in his absence, it felt like something was missing at heart.
But emotions aside, the tasks still needed to be done.
Without delaying too long, Gu Shiba went to seek out people to inquire about news.
These days are not like the past; information flowing to the Marquis Mansion was continuous—some useless, some repetitive, some contradictory, some half-true, half-false... How to swiftly sift and discern was a tough task.
Gu Shiba wished he could split into countless parts, each with three heads and six arms.
Alas, he couldn't.
When frustrated to the extreme, the only way to ease the worry was to go to the outer courtyard to see if the Marquis and Sixteen had returned.
