"Aya... ah!"
"Wait, Aisha~"
"I'll leave dinner here. Please, carry on, carry on." Aisha covered her eyes, peeking over through the gap between her index and middle fingers.
"Don't mind me. You two carry on... have fun." Aisha swallowed, then backed out of the room.
Aya's face wore an expression as if she were about to cry.
"What's wrong? Don't want anyone else to see?" Artoria said. "Or does being watched make you even more excited?"
"Excited... how could that be? I'm your mother," Aya said softly, tilting her head.
Artoria smiled. She climbed down from the bed first, then brought over the dinner that had been placed on the table.
White bread, vegetable salad, and milk—a very healthy meal.
Beside the plate sat a small brass basin filled with clean water for washing hands.
"Are you hungry?" Artoria asked.
"I'm not." But as soon as Aya said it, her stomach let out an uncooperative growl.
"Aren't you hungry already? And you still lied. What a naughty bad girl." Artoria smiled faintly, then began washing her hands with the clean water. Once she was done, she casually poured the small basin of water onto the floor.
"Artoria-chan?"
"You can't eat without washing your hands. Mother should follow even such basic rules of etiquette, right?" Artoria picked up a piece of bread.
"So, I'll feed Mother."
Aya stared at Artoria's smile, her mouth hanging open in surprise.
This child... why had she become so sadistic!!!
"Not eating?" Artoria brought the bread closer to Aya's face.
"...I don't remember raising a child who bullies people like this," Aya murmured, but she still obediently lowered her head and took a bite of the bread.
"Mmgh..." A strange sound escaped Artoria's mouth.
So cute. The way she lowered her head and took little