She felt fine when facing Rita and did not feel particularly afraid. But whenever she stood beside Durandal, it was like a daughter meeting her stern father.
"Let's eat!"
Durandal glanced at her but did not say much.
She simply picked up the breakfast Rita had specially prepared for her and ate with elegance and speed.
Seeing that Durandal was not angry, Sil still felt a little frightened. When she saw Rita sit down as well, she hurriedly sat beside her.
Only beside Rita did she feel a little safer.
How should she describe the scene now...
Durandal was like Sil's strict father, while Rita was like a Mother brimming with maternal love. When facing one's father, most people would feel a certain sense of awe, even if he was not angry.
"I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Rita smiled at Sil beside her.
"But I don't know why, Lord Durandal feels so imposing."
"You'll get used to her slowly..."
Gently comforting Sil, Rita placed Sil's portion of breakfast in front of her.
Looking at the exquisite food before her, Sil picked it up expectantly... then took a bite.
"It's delicious! Did Lady Rita make this herself?"
Sil turned to Rita in surprise. This tasted... far too good, didn't it?
"Mm."
"That's amazing!"
She stared at Rita with a face full of admiration.
"Sil, take good care of the house!"
After breakfast, Rita and Durandal changed into their fourth-generation God Slayer Armor and prepared to head to the Imperial Military Department. Before leaving, Rita handed the house keys to Sil, completely unafraid that she might take their things and run away.
The important things had always been kept in Inventory Space, so there would not be any problems.
"Mm, I'll guard the house properly."
Sil held the pistol