|| Chapter 412 || Going Underground
The afternoon came within Jagra's humble abode, and the boisterous noise finally weakened as the little innocent children had their fill of fun and were taken to a separate room where they could nap comfortably. The caretaker's always look forward to these times where the little ones were too tired to make noise or even stand up. Their pitiful sleepy eyes would always turn to them, reaching out their small arms in need. Under Ghana's strict cerulean eyes, the sentinels each picked up a child, making sure they were as quiet as the night as to not wake up these little slumbering demons.
Jagra watched in amusement, leaning against the wall with folded arms. To house lunch for almost twenty people was a tiring feat for him who wasn't very good at receiving that many guests. But despite the hundreds of unwashed dishes, a few broken furniture, and stickiness of his floors, Jagra was able to overcome these troubles with the help of the sentinels within his home.