Seeing men in black suits charging in, Doomstone took a stance and clenched his fist.

I nudged Doomstone's arm and gestured with my head for him to move back.

"Even though they’re releasing fighting spirit when we didn't do anything wrong?" He seemed to want to swing his fists and knock down the men in black suits immediately.

I sighed softly and persuaded, "If you make a fuss here, you'll be kicked out without being able to eat."

Doomstone stood next to me, relaxing his fist. Seeing he stood next to me even though I told him to move back, he seemed intent on protecting me even if he couldn't eat. How reliable.

"Young Master! Are you okay?!"

Among the men in black suits, a man with half gray hair approached the kid while being wary of us.

"Uwa, I fell down. It hurts." The kid showed a small scratch on his forearm and cried.

Thanks to the carpet all over the floor, there was not a single drop of blood, but his skin was scratched and looked white.

"Oh, my! Oh, my! Our Young Master must be in pain. Do you want this old man to blow on it for you?" the half-gray hair man said.

The child shook his head with a tired face. "That’s g...