“?”

The large, pinkish-red eyes that an old man once likened to a pink pearl widened in surprise, blinking rapidly.

The child, still far too young, found it incredibly difficult to adjust to the sudden changes in her environment overnight. She was utterly bewildered.

“Th-this isn’t my room, is it?”

“No, my lady. From today onward, this is indeed your room. And please, speak informally. You are now our master.”

“??”

Just a few days ago, her room was nothing like this. The walls were made of worn-out wooden planks, and the only bedding she had was the foul-smelling hay she had scavenged from the stables, which served as both her blanket and mattress.

But now...

“I-Is this really a room? It’s bigger than the yard…?”

It was spacious. Incredibly spacious.

The entire room was bathed in shades of pink, the same color as her eyes. The decorations were extravagant, the bed was soft and fragrant—so large that even a young foal could roll around on it comfortably.

Even the floor was soft. Far softer than the bed of hay she used to sleep on.

Wouldn’t it be fine to just sleep on the floor instead of that overly luxurious bed?@@novelbin@@

In fact, when she tried it, it was warm and cozy. But the moment morning arrived—

“Oh, my lady!”

“We’re so sorry! Please forgive us! P-please spare us!”

“P-please, my lady, sleep on the bed, we beg you…!”

“????”

Louise tilted her head in confusion.

But despite her confusion, she obediently followed the maids’ requests.

‘These sisters are kind!’

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