Location
Maison d’Violette
10.00hrs.
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“I apologize, I meant no offense, I was merely…” The elf paused, as if realizing what she was about to say may not be quite helpful to the situation and instead would cough lightly, clearing her throat. “...well, I shall accompany you to Myrilla. Shall we?” Seig bowed, offering a small smile to the group before leading them on their way.

Whatever she was originally going to say, she wasn’t going to say even if Eliz pestered her.

The maid would lead the rest of the group through the well known halls of the Maison, from the entrance hall and grand staircase to the well traveled hall through the western wing of the mansion towards the training fields and the wing where a good portion of the training was held for new maids. Contrasted to the Eastern wing, where much of the operational and intelligence operatives were housed.

Soon they’d exit through a large set of double doors, heading outside down a large, stone path that followed the Maison around its Western wing towards the training fields. The only noticeable thing was Lyssa carrying a very annoyed looking kat over her shoulder. Seemed she made certain to take the long way towards the sitting room by effectively running a lap around the outside of the mansion, just to annoy Kat. She paused briefly to wave at them, and give a friendly grin towards Eliz but ultimately didn’t stop to say hi.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Eliz,” Sieg would inquire as they walked. “Why has a demon decided to help the Maison?”

Eliz, though, would not get very long to reply. There was the sound of a gunshot from the training fields, from atop a tall watchtower the familiar pink hair of Myrilla could be seen, a long rifle in her hands. A bullet grazed the demon's cheek, plinking off her pristine skin, leaving a smudge mark behind.

Myrilla slid down the ladder to the tower, and was making a beeline towards the group, drawing her sword from its scabbard.

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“Eeep! Kat why you teaching these things to behave like that?” Lyssa chided the other maid, standing up and dusting her dress off as she’d stick her tongue out at the retreating doll. “Ehehe, well, I guess I don’t mind too much but they gonna get in trouuuuble~” She’d walk over to kat, giving her a bright grin as she was asked to be carried.

“Eh? Carry you, but I dont wanna. You look heavy.” Lyssa huffed, frowning a bit as she’d mull it over. “...hmm, but fine! Sure! Okay!” After waffling for a few moments, Kat would find Lyssa lifting her off the ground, the pink haired maid laughing brightly as she’d sweep the Firbolg off her feet. For a moment it looked like she was going to get a princess carry…but then was promptly slung right over Lyssa’s shoulder, upper body hanging off of Lyssa's back.

And Lyssa’s hand conveniently holding Kat right by the butt.

“Ehehe onwards!~”

And with that, Lyssa ran out of the workshop and headed towards the sitting room.

The long way, towards the Sitting room. That involved running a lap around the outside of the mansion, passing briefly by the rest of her squad on the way, but Lyssa moved too fast for her to ask for help.