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Subaru:  The next morning, Subaru, who had woken up in high spirits, was standing in the garden as the morning sun shone upon it. Savoring the sensation of the cobblestones beneath his soles, Subaru filled his lungs with the refreshing morning air, going “Nnn—!” as he stretched his back.
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Emilia:  The sight drew a small smile from Emilia, who was standing next to him. "What is it, Subaru? You’re in a really good mood this morning. Did something nice happen?”
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Subaru:  “Emilia-tan’s wavy braids are super cute this morning, so it was totally worth spending a little time on them before bed last night.”
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Emilia:  “Is that so? I’m so glad. You kind of seemed to have something on your mind last night.” Smiling as she made that remark, Emilia gently stroked her wavy silver hair.
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Subaru:  Still, it was fact that he had caused so much trouble the day before. And of course he was still reflecting on his failure at the Muse Company, but this was this, and that was that. “I’ll just have to accept it with the gravity it deserves… Beako, what’s with you this morning, pouting like that?”
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Beatrice:  Averting her face, Beatrice sat on the porch as she gazed at Subaru and Emilia. “I am not pouting or anything of the sort. Would you refrain from making such arbitrary claims, I wonder?” It’s nothing, she stubbornly projected, but the girl had said barely a word since waking up this morning, and on top of that, she’d been constantly glancing around in unease. Even if she said don’t worry, Subaru couldn’t help but do so.
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Subaru:  “It’s not cute when you’re stubborn like that. If something happened, then just spell it out. It could be important, right?”
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Emilia:  “That’s right, Beatrice. If there’s something worrying you, let’s all worry about it together. I’m becoming dependable, you know.”
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Beatrice:  “I am of a mind to object to some of Emilia’s words. But…” Casting a suspicious look at Emilia as the girl pressed a hand to her chest, Beatrice broke down under the two’s gazes. She touched one of her hair rolls, then twirled it around her finger as she spoke. “Actually, one of the inn staff members said something yesterday, I suppose. This employee told Betty alone that at this inn, something inhuman appears at night in a hushed whisper.”
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Emilia:  “Ohhh, something inhuman?”
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Beatrice:  “At first, Betty laughed it off, I suppose. But just to be sure, she put her mind on guard. And then sure enough, did something not happen last night, I wonder?”
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Emilia:  “Thump, thump…” Captivated by Beatrice’s tale, Emilia pressed a hand to her chest as her eyes darted this way and that.