Fengling cooperatively stood behind Amiya.
Once Amiya got into character, Fengling's coordination naturally became steadier as well.
The essence of their assigned character roles began to show through in both of them.
"Fengling, find a restaurant. I'm hungry."
There was a hint of arrogance beneath the aloofness, and Amiya's commanding tone was quite convincing.
"Everything has already been arranged, Lady Amiya. For lunch, the appetizer will be your favorite sweet vegetable soup. The main course will be Siracusa's famous spaghetti Bolognese, specially prepared to suit your tastes. For dessert, we have locally harvested fresh blood oranges. Would you like to make any changes?"
Though it was an act, some of the things mentioned really did exist in Siracusa.
Amiya's preferred tastes were real as well.
"Very good. Make the arrangements accordingly."
The performance continued in a proper, methodical fashion.
Half real, half fake.
Yet that genuine portion gave Fengling a faint sense of disorientation.
It was as though Lady Amiya of Rim Billiton truly existed, and Fengling herself really was a maid.
They had completely immersed themselves in their roles.
They went through the entire scene of arranging a young lady's daily lunch during a trip.
Until Kal'tsit called a stop.
They snapped awake as if from a dream.
"Ah..."
Amiya paused before coming back to her senses.
She quickly turned toward Fengling and repeatedly bowed in apology.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Fengling! I didn't mean to treat you like that!"
"It's fine, Amiya. You did great!"
Fengling crouched down and gently rubbed Amiya's little head.
Her movements were gentle, making Amiya feel quite comfortable.
Everything Kal'tsit taught was the real deal.
Now, if Fengling wished, her movements could genuinely become more graceful and proper as well.
These gestures and manners were not limited to being a maid; they