Pestonya's dog-like face tilted, revealing her canines. Although her expression made her look like a beast whose prey had escaped, her eyes were still filled with warmth.
"I think that for her, being a maid is just a first step."
"What do you mean?"
Pestonya answered Sebas, who had not quite grasped her meaning and was wondering what she was talking about.
"...wan. That is to say, I meant she would probably retire after marriage-wan."
"What?!"
As Sebas' face seized up, Pestonya's gentle laughter echoed throughout the ninth floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.