“Hafuuu~” Finally down. I bet this library was build in order to kill people who seek education.

“Welcome back, Miss” The maid in charge of the palanquin greets Miss with a smile.

“Umu.” Miss enters the palanquin and looks at me.

I tilt my head.

Tap, tap.

Miss taps her thighs while looking at me.

? I tilt my head again.

“Fuuu…” The maid behind me sighs and pushes my back.

“Awaaa!” I scream out in surprise.

“Nicu passu!” Miss gives the maid thumbs up.

What does Nicu passu mean anyway? Miss have been saying some weird words recently.

“Would you like to go anywhere else or return to the Manor?” The maid gently asks.

“Hmm…”

Miss looks at me then she grabs my wrists.

A complicated expression shows on her face.

“Restaurant.”

“Understood.” The maid lowers the curtain and gives orders to the carriers.

The palanquin took off and we were on our way.

………… Miss has been making weird faces since the curtain closed.

… It’s scary.

“A- awu?”

“Hmm? What’s up? Is something wrong?” Miss asks worriedly.

Yes, something is wrong! Something is wrong with you, Miss! You are acting weird!

Please scold me or something so I can put my mind at ease.

“Were you just badmouthing me?” Miss asks in teasing tone.

“Awawa!” No, no, no. I dare not.

“Hmm… So you, a mere servant doesn’t give me any face, huh?” Miss says coldy.

“I will have to… teach you!” Miss started squeezing my hips.

“Pffawaw! Pwaaaa…”

It tickles! Stop! Pleeease stoop!

I’m going to dieee~

“Do you admit your fault?” Miss says while squeezing.

“Awawaaa.”

“I ask you again do you admit your fault?”

“Awaawa!!”

Miss stopped squeezing my hips.

I thought I was going to die!…

“I’m going to eat you the next time.” She says in a serious tone.

!! I am going to get eaten! Stupid Latifa! Stupid Latifa!

You started acting so mighty just because you got a name… Stupid Latifa!

“Haa… I’m just joking…” Miss says with dejected tone.

Are you so dejected because you will not eat me?! Scary!

After a while, the palanquin stops and the curtain rises.

“We have arrived.” The maid informs Miss.

Miss hands me over to the maid again.

Why do I feel like an item?

“Come, Latifa.”

Miss enters the restaurant and looks for a place to sit.

So many people… Ah! There’s one unoccupied table.

I tug Miss’s sleeve and point at the vacant table.

“Good job.”

Miss grabs my hand and drags me to the table.

As we close in,

“Hey, isn’t that my failure of a sister and her little abomination?” A mocking voice targeted towards Miss and me?