Another day passed just like that.
The next day, Shien had only just woken up when he discovered that not only was Lasha standing beside the bed, but Emerald had somehow slipped into his blankets as well, sleeping soundly in his arms.
Shien stroked the girl's head, handed the somehow fully dressed Emerald over to Lasha, then got himself—also somehow fully dressed—out of bed. Only then did he yawn as he walked into the living room.
The moment he entered the living room, Shien saw Iris pacing back and forth nonstop.
"What do I do? What do I do?"
Iris looked extremely anxious, unable to settle down as she kept pacing around.
"What's wrong with her?"
Shien froze for a moment, then turned to Lasha and asked in surprise.
"I don't know." Lasha replied indifferently, "Ever since she moved in here, she seems to have been somewhat emotionally anxious. This morning, after waking up, she became like that directly. No matter how I tried to persuade her, I couldn't calm her down."
"Even you couldn't calm her down?" Shien was genuinely surprised.
Ever since that day, Iris seemed to have become one of Lasha's brainless fans. Like the maids and servants in the royal capital, she called Lasha "big sister" all day long. She was terrified of him, becoming wary whenever she saw him and hiding elsewhere, while she obeyed Lasha's every word and never went against anything she said.
Especially after witnessing Lasha's godlike housekeeping skills, this Saintess's admiration for Lasha had grown by the day. She wandered around behind Lasha every day, only one step short of clinging directly to her.
Shien had even suspected that this Foxkin Saintess no longer wanted to go back, considering she looked cheerful all day long.
But now, Lasha was telling him