It hadn't been that long.
Only a few minutes had passed since the overwhelming spiritual pressure had faded, and the glowing cockpit of Sid had finally gone quiet.
From the outside, it looked peaceful. Sealed. Untouchable.
No one dared knock.
After all, word had already spread, primarily through Kyle and Ollie, who Butler Gary pestered, that Luca usually fell asleep after a massive outburst like that. It was his recovery pattern: purge, crash, nap.
So they gave him space.
Everyone else busied themselves with cleanup. Kyle and Ollie were sorting monster bones. At the same time, the others were rolling beast carcasses to one side with quiet reverence.
As for the worried mother?
Duchess Amelia…well, she was still glaring at the mecha from a distance, arms crossed, visibly restraining herself from kicking the cockpit open to confirm her son's vital signs.
