On his way out of the reception room,

"Huh?"

Loen glanced down at the Desmund lady, who was sitting on the floor of the living room. Cradled in the arms of an animal, which he couldn’t tell if it was a bear or a dog, the Desmund lady briefly glanced at him, then, as if losing interest, went back to fiddling with the paw of her pet.

"Hoong... Bear trotters…!"

• Growl?! "Heeek... A…nom! Eww, it’s tasty."
• Growl. "Hey! Don’t hit me!"

“…”

Was this mansion always so dismissive?

No matter where he went, there was no place …