I Had A Feeling That Liza Would Be Popular In The Mansion
“No, don’t mention it. I hope you enjoy being here.”
A servant had entered and announced that dinner was ready.
Apparently, Ms. Helena had prepared food for Liza as well.
I would have to thank her about that later. Especially since she had also brought the grape juice.
I told Liza to thank Ms. Claire as well. And though she seemed so overwhelmed by everything that was happening, she managed to do it.
And then she bowed her head and looked up while shaking her tail.
I could see that Ms. Lyra and Ms. Gelda were clenching their fists as if trying to hold them back.
Even Ms. Claire was holding one hand with the other.
…It was like they were trying to not pet someone’s dog.
Thinking this, I turned to see that Mr. Ekenhart was chuckling, and Sebastian was smiling.
Yes, Liza should fit in here just fine.
“So, your name is Liza!?”
“Yes. This is Liza. While she may be a beastkin, you must treat her like anyone else, understand?”
“I understand! Nice to meet you. I’m Tilura!”
“Tilura… Older sister?”
“Older sister… I’ve never been called that before!”
After going to the dining hall and waiting for the food to be served, Tilura returned from her training. And so I introduced Liza to her.
As expected, Tilura’s eyes were filled with curiosity, and she seemed quite happy as she stared at Liza’s ears and tail.
Not only that, but she seemed strangely pleased to be seen as an older sister.
As she was the youngest child, she had never been called that before.
“Be nice to her, alright?”
“Yes! I will! We’ll be friends!”
“…Friends…sister Tilura.”
Tilura had the biggest smile.
I had not been that worried about it, but it was still a relief.
It was Liza’s adorable ears and tail that made everyone accept her quickly.
Well…there was still Ms. Anne…
Before arriving at the dining hall, Mr. Ekenhart and Sebastian had gone off somewhere. But they returned shortly after.
And when he did, he had shaved his beard and combed his hair.
Upon seeing this, Ms. Claire was both alarmed and suspicious. But she calmed down after he explained that it was so that Liza wouldn’t be scared of him.
….Still, Mr. Ekenhart sure did look a lot more attractive after shaving and fixing his hair… It complimented the lines and angles of his face. It almost made me wish that I looked older as well.
Just as I started to think about Ms. Anne, she entered the dining hall.
It seemed that she was still hung over, as her face looked a little ill.
I’m sure that it had improved since the morning…but I guess she really had drunk too much last night.
After all, that wine was supposed to be quite strong.
“…Oh? Who is this? Is it a beastkin?”
“Yes, that’s right. She was being bullied, and then Mr. Takumi and Leo rescued her.”
Ms. Anne had been sluggishly making her way to the table when she suddenly noticed the newcomer.
As Liza was still small, only her head was immediately visible when she sat at the table.
So it could not be helped.
As for the seating arrangement, Mr. Ekenhart sat at the head of the table.
And I sat on his right, Liza was next to me, and then Leo after her.
This was because Liza wanted to sit between us.
On the other side was Ms. Claire, Tilura, Sherry, and Ms. Anne.
Aside from Liza, we always sat .
She must have not seen many beastkin, as she stared hard at Liza, which seemed to frighten her.
Was it because Ms. Anne was scary? Or she just didn’t like being stared at?
“That person…is scary…”
“Now, now. Don’t worry about her. She’s not scary.”
“Anne… What have you done now?”
“What are you talking about? I was only looking… I have not done anything!”
But Liza continued to clutch onto me and insist that Ms. Anne was horrifying.
She was even shaking… Was just being looked at by Ms. Anne so bad?
What was it about Ms. Anne that caused such a reaction?
“What is it? Why do you think she is scary?”
It would probably make things worse to scold and tell children to bear it during such times.
I didn’t want to do that.
Leo also looked at us with concern.
“Are you talking about my wonderful hair?”
Liza’s quiet voice rang in the air as she looked Ms. Anne’s golden hair, which were shaped like vertical rolls.
While they looked a little droopy today, I suppose they did tapper into sharp edges.
But it was still hair, and wouldn’t pierce anything. They looked soft enough…
I suppose the very ends could look like the tip of a rapier or other weapon…even if they were a golden color.