Seraphiel quickly dashed out of my lap and stood behind me with a downcast look. Kaelira followed her example after putting her plate in front of me as if I was eating multiple meals at once.
The door was then forced open, and I was greeted by two black haired women glaring at me as if I'd just killed their family pet.
One had a long hair and she wore a very slutty eastern-themed dress, most likely a Fujimori export. Ayame's old clan made a lot of money from exporting their crafted items, be they armor, weapons, or even civilian clothes like this one. This girl had a very bratty expression, it only took me a single glance to know that she was a real troublemaker.
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