7
After a full day of cleaning up after the game of tag—it was evening, just before the master of the house was to return.
“Those snotty little brats. They really did a number on this manor,” Subaru grumbled.
“Good thing they didn’t break anything,” Rem said. “It was wise of us to sequester all the breakable items out of their reach.”
“Hey, you two, the place looks great! Sorry I had to leave halfway through cleaning.”
Subaru rolled his shoulders, and Rem smiled as they made their way to the front hall. Emilia happened to come down the stairs and joined them in the front to wait for Roswaal’s return.
“Boy, Rozchi sure is blessed to have you greet him personally, Emilia-tan.”
“Really? Well, what you said yesterday made me realize the importance of hellos and good-byes. I hadn’t given it much thought before, but now I want to treat them with more solemnity and reverence.”
“Er, take it easy, okay? You don’t have to take it that seriously.”
Subaru smiled sheepishly at Emilia, whose fists were balled in an uncharacteristic ebullience. Her honest diligence made her psychology vulnerable to instantaneous manipulation.
Just as the trio settled into their usual banter—
The trio perked their ears at the sound of footsteps. They were quiet, and there was a hint of hesitation, so they immediately knew who it was. They widened their eyes, and they smiled.
The newcomer walked up to the trio without a word. Then she sighed quietly in defeat. The trio let her into their fold without asking her why she was there. There was a silent understanding among them that they shouldn’t.
Now they were a quartet.
Time quietly passed until they heard voices behind the door. The door opened—
“Welcome home!”
Three cheerful voices (and one reserved voice) greeted their master as he stepped over the threshold.
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