Xiya struggled in Liya's grasp and shouted, "Let me go, Ya'er! This elf girl's family is really loaded! If we could get enough materials for advancement, I wouldn't mind being a maid—heck, I'd even warm their bed!"
Immediately, a bunch of '╬' appeared on Liya's forehead.
Is that something an elder should say?
What about your decency?
Wei'er and Aina are still here, you know.
And what's this about being only ten years old? What, are you now saying one year for you is thirty years?
If the girls saw their great-grandmother acting like this, wouldn't they think their mother is improper too?
Can't you see you've scared the poor elf girl?
Indeed, Feya was truly frightened by the white-haired Lolita's enthusiastic behavior.
The ten years she spent wandering outside and those experiences where everything she did turned into a disaster, leading people around her into calamity, had resulted in her being somewhat socially anxious, afraid to accept other people's kindness and goodwill.
