"Come with me to the underground laboratory. I need your help with something."
Irisviel, who had been playing video games with Sakura in the living room, rejected Yoru Machi without a second thought when she heard him.
Though she was already a married woman, her actual age was only nine. Ever since she had completely let herself go recently, she had practically started treating this place like her own home.
Playful by nature, she quickly hit it off with Sakura, whom she got along with quite well. Even when Yoru Machi held his little magic lessons for Sakura every day, Irisviel would come over to sit in on them.
Considering how dark Sakura's childhood had been, having a playmate like Irisviel now did not seem like a bad thing. So Yoru Machi simply let them be.
Over this period, Irisviel had indeed become somewhat reluctant to leave. The various spells Yoru Machi taught and Berserker's exquisite cooking had both left her wanting more.
If Caster had not kept giving her the cold shoulder every day, she might have forgotten that she was a prisoner.
Hearing Irisviel reject Yoru Machi while playing with such intense focus, Yoru Machi irritably walked over and unplugged the console.
"Yoru Machi, what are you doing? I'd played so many times, and I was finally about to beat Sakura this time... I get it now. I never thought you'd use such a method to make your own student win. That's completely unfair! I demand a rematch, and I'll wager my little pudding snack for today!"
Hearing Irisviel's indignant discovery, Yoru Machi immediately rubbed his forehead with a headache, then put on a stern expression. "Miss Irisviel... no, Madam!
"It seems we've been far too lenient with you, to the point that you've forgotten some very important