The Peaceful Desmont Manor, Once Again.

"Milady."

Returning to the manor after more than a month of travel, I spoke while watching my lady lying on the bed, chewing on jerky.

"Ugggggggh!!!"
"Milady."
"Iiiiiiik!!!"
"Milady..."
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiik!!! It's too tough!"
"This is a serious matter."

My lady, who had been proudly showcasing her strong teeth while eating jerky, swallowed it whole upon seeing me approach with a serious expression.

"Mm."

Because if she didn’t listen to Ricardo, she might lose her snacks.