Agatha's Self-Restraint

Agnes watched from her garden for a while. Seeing that no more strange sounds came from Leon and Wanda's house, she assumed they had exhausted themselves playing tonight and gone to rest. Only then did she return home and continue cleaning up.

Though she called it cleaning, the moment Agnes returned to her home, where there was not a single outsider, the warm, friendly expression on her face immediately darkened.

With a mere wave of her hand, ripples of pitch-black magic swept out. The mess in the living room seemed to come alive and began tidying itself up, requiring no further intervention or hands-on work from Agnes.

The reason she had waited until everyone left, even going out of her way to refuse Leon and Wanda's offer to stay and help, was so she could conveniently cheat with magic.

If Leon and Wanda had stayed, Agnes would not have been able to slack off so openly as she did now. Even with their help, she would still have had to clean up herself.

Naturally, Agnes, who used magic whenever she could, had no desire for that sort of thing. Her identity as a housewife was merely a disguise; she was not truly a housewife. Even the husband serving as background decoration existed only as part of "Agnes's" persona.

There had only ever been Agnes in this house—or rather, Agatha...

"Meow~"

As Agnes looked over the living room, now spotless and orderly in an instant, she nodded in satisfaction. Just as she was thinking that, a cat's meow sounded by her feet, accompanied by the sensation of soft fur brushing against her.

Agnes looked down and saw her pet—or rather, her familiar—the demon cat Ebony, disguised as a leopard cat.

"Oh, darling, of course I haven't forgotten. You're still in this