One of the women said, "...Madam Matilda sent us here."
They were actually rather uncomfortable too. In all their years as governesses, this was their first time chasing a noble family's child to someone else's home to teach her.
Bernadette immediately turned to Edward. "Mr. Sparrow, hurry up and throw them out!"
Edward patted her head and looked at the three governesses. "The piano is in the room over there. The easel, brushes, and other supplies are ready too."
"???"
Bernadette's face was full of disbelief.
"Sorry, Matilda already had Dubois tell me about this yesterday."
She immediately flew into a rage. "You adults are so awful! You don't care about children's feelings at all. Once you've decided something, you won't give me any choice."
Edward smiled. "Who said I wasn't giving you a choice? You can choose to go home for your lessons or have them here."
"..."
Hmph!
She gave a loud snort, turned around, and left with the three teachers.
Dubois smiled then. "I thought you'd take Bernadette's side, boss."
"Even someone who dotes on his daughter as much as Roselle can't spoil her without limits. How should I put it... this is what they call doing what's best for her."
Just then, a sharp gleam flashed through Edward's eyes. He said, "I'm going to the study to deal with something. Don't disturb me for any reason."
"Understood."
As soon as he entered the study, Edward concealed the space, then took four steps counterclockwise and entered Sefirah Castle. From a Suitcase he had sacrificed to Sefirah Castle, he took out the Twilight Hermit Order's silver-white Cross. Just like last time, it was flickering with a faint glow.
As he infused it with spirituality, the Cross floated up and conjured a blurry image-the same eerie yet holy Corpse