"From what I have learned," Fujitaka answered, "They were unemployed before this house materialised. When the government of this land realised that you were to be the invincible ruler of the country they hoped to get into your good books by creating posts for your service so unemployment would be reduced." Sakura thought for a moment as she considered this; as she saw it the government in power before her arrival had immediately provided a workforce for her service as a carrot so she would let them keep their jobs. She knew what she had to do and she was determined to make her rule as moral as she could fathom.

"Well," She finished, "Thank you very much, father." She then set him back down on the tabletop and continued with her breakfast. Just then a thought struck her. "Where's Touya?"

"Here." Came a distant and rather ambiguous answer. She spied his miniature figure leaning against the vase on her left-hand side. "Good luck, Imperial kaijuu." His new relative stature and his butler-esque attire meant that, instead of being offended, Sakura just rolled her eyes and answered.

"Please choose your words more carefully, brother."

What shall be dealt with once Sakura has finished breakfast?