But if the house collapsed, they could move somewhere else. They would still be a family. Why despair?
House = home?
Lilith sat at the window, her little head full of big questions. "I really want to know."
"The dice! Give me back my dice! I need to go save someone!"
Mr. Harry the owl started shouting again. Lilith reached out and clamped his beak shut, glaring at him. "If you keep bothering me, I'll roast you!"
Mr. Harry struggled. "You're the one who took my dice!"
"That's compensation!"
Lilith glanced back at the bathroom, where Isabella was bathing Alisa.
Then she whispered, "The reason the house suddenly collapsed just now was this dice that brings bad luck, wasn't it?"
"..."
Mr. Harry froze and snapped his beak shut with a squawk.
"Miss Lilith is no fool!"
Lilith lifted her chin and huffed. "I only kept quiet because I didn't want to upset Isabella and the others!"
"But, but..."
Mr. Harry scratched his head frantically with his wings. In his Spectator State, he had clearly analyzed this child as a somewhat naive, somewhat scheming brat who wasn't very bright. How... had she suddenly become so clever?
The jewelry box suddenly appeared in Lilith's hand again. She shook it gently. "So, it's compensation!"
Every sound it made as she shook it struck Mr. Harry's heart like a hammer. He hurriedly spread his wings and took flight, afraid that a spell of bad luck would drag him into it too. "Oh, please stop shaking it! If you roll a one or a two, it could kill someone!"
Lilith stopped and opened the jewelry box. "No, it won't. Look!"
The number inside the jewelry box was still five.
"Huh?"
Just then, someone passing outside the window made Lilith pause. She hastily braced herself