When Allen and Luna went downstairs, they found they really were the last to arrive. The family had already gathered in the living room, ready to set off sightseeing, and the feeling of a group outing was a little exciting. Even the little basilisk coiled around Emily's wrist seemed to sense the atmosphere, hissing and flicking its tongue, refusing to hide itself.
"Allen, we were just waiting for you... Hey, slow down, don't drop the baby." Morgan le Fay spoke to Allen in an irritated tone, but when she turned to Luna, her expression became especially kind. "Good girl, Luna, have you eaten? Would you like some hot milk first?"
"Allen! You can drink this." Emily excitedly brought over a cup of golden, oily liquid. "The local Ministry of Magic sent it over. They said the locals drink a cup of this olive oil after getting up in the morning. It's a bit like milk, only heavier."
"Emily! You are not allowed to drink any more olive oil!" Morgan le Fay's attention shifted to her youngest daughter. "Don't think I don't know you. You were planning to drink it yourself after Allen refused, weren't you?"
"Allen, hurry up. And later, everyone must stick to the plan. No wandering off on your own! Greece is that Grim Reaper's old home." Seeing the household in such chaos, Lenn looked deeply worried. He did not approve of going sightseeing in someone else's home territory, and he did not find the claim that everything would be fine as long as they stayed together very reliable. "Albert, why don't we have some guards hide among us in plain clothes?"
"If something really happens, those people might end up needing us to protect them instead." Daisy sounded rather impatient. "Lenn, you should have a little confidence