8:15 AM

Alys took Yura to the dining room and sat her at the table. No one else was in the room yet, which meant that the Master was either on his way down or he went back to sleep. Alys hoped it was the former... for his sake.

She then left the dining room and went to the kitchen, where she found a white haired lass a tad shorter than her cooking at one of the ranges. The lass was humming some tune that Alys did not recognize. The cook did not seem to notice Alys.

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"Good morning, Ila. Are the masters' meals almost ready?"

"Hmm?” Ila turned around. “Ah, Alys! Yes, breakfast is almost done. Today I've got some a western style breakfast with eggs, bacon, and pancakes~"

Ila's voice was high and playful. Alys had the impression that she sounded like what Yura would in a few years.

Was this the Master’s doing? she thought. Perhaps the Master used Yura’s voice as a sample for Ila’s voice bank.

But such thoughts did not matter at the present time.

"Very well, please bring it out as soon as it is ready. And please do not forget their usual drinks."

"Yes, yes~. Tea for Lady Yura, and ginger ale for the Master~"

Ila resumed her humming as Alys left the kitchen and walked back into the dining hall.