48 Chapter 48: Replaced

"I don't know whether I should be sad or happy," Prophecy commented.

"Be happy! You don't have to do any work," Air advised.

"Easy for you to say. Not like you were replaced," Raf said, greatly disspirited.

Nodding, Games added, "You don't understand our suffering at all. Sob, Sob." Cuddled up in the corner of the couch, he looked to be on the verge of tears.

Looking at the refreshments placed on the table, Air poured himself a cup of tea. 'Accidentally' dropping the ceramic cup, he waited for Raf to reprimand him for his clumsiness. Instead, all he got was a deep sigh.

"The cup is like my soul: empty and broken."

Leaning against the window, Atiri added, "Scattered in the wind, never to be found."

It must have been Games' turn next because he said, "Lost and alone, living in misery and suffering. Sob. Sob."

The three collectively sighed at their misfortune.

Air was not sure what to make of this. It was as if they had planned everything out beforehand and were just waiting for him to drop the cup.

Coming up with another idea, he went over to the couch and took a seat next to Games. Poking his cheek, he asked softly, "Want to destroy some avocado trees?"

"Don't feel like it. Sob. Sob." He sounded miserable. Patting his head, Air tried to comfort him.

He felt helpless. No matter what he tried his friends would not cheer up. Usually, they were the most optimistic ones in their little circle, but look at how dull they were now. His heart ached for them.

"Why did that stuck up a-." With a glare from Raf, Games quickly changed his words and asked, "Why did that person replace me? I don't like him at all. He's such a meanie."

"Yes. Yes. He is a meanie. You are obviously better," Air quickly agreed.

"At least you were not replaced by an annoying brat," Atiri lamented. She hated that kid with a passion seeing how he had messed up her room and turned it into a much 'cooler' place. Whatever that means.

"Actually, my person is a lot better compared to those two. She kindly packed up my stuff and stored it away in a safe place so that it did not get damaged," Raf said, pointing to the trunk next to him.

"Your lucky in this regard. That brat just threw all my stuff in a corner. Who knows how many things are damaged?"

"At least he kept your things. That big meanie directly threw all my stuff out. Sob. Sob."

As the three continued talking about their sorrows, a light cough was heard.

They turned toward the door only to see the new God of Contacts.

"Great, the big meanie's here," Games muttered.

"How long were you there?" Raf asked.

"Long enough," he said. Just like when they had first seen him at the reception hall, his face remained blank with no emotion at all.

"Oh," Raf replied awkwardly.

They had no choice but the follow him toward the eastern wing of the mansion.