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Subaru:  They were in the highest floor of the west wing of Roswaal Manor—the dance hall whose original purpose was long-forgotten. The newly decorated dance hall already had a spirited dancer—a gust of wind blowing in from the open balcony. There was a buffet lining the corner of the overly spacious room, but since there weren’t many party guests, the portions were small. What they lacked in size, however, was more than made up for in quality and appearance.
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Emilia:  “Ah—Subaru’s here. And he’s brought Beatrice with him!” Noticing their arrival, Emilia raised her voice to greet them.
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Rem:  “Good evening, Subaru. I knew it was best that we leave Lady Beatrice in your care. That’s why you’re the best Lady Beatrice handler in the mansion.” Hearing her voice, Rem trotted eagerly over to them.
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Subaru:  “Awww, you’re making me blush. Though I guess as a top-tier Beako artisan, this is the least I could do.”
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Beatrice:  “I don’t recall having a ‘handler’ or an ‘artisan’! Humiliating, I suppose!” Beatrice raged at the cheerful pair.
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Subaru:  Subaru and Rem peacefully brushed it off. This only made Beatrice shake with anger—until a tiny presence danced onto her shoulder from above. The furball directly beside her face made Beatrice’s eyes light up with cheer.
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Beatrice:  “Puckie!”
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Puck:  “Hey, Betty, welcome to the party. I was worried you might be too proud to show up…but leave it to Subaru to know which Betty buttons to push.”
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Beatrice:  “D-don’t say such ridiculous things! You always come first to me. Yes—that’s right. I know it! No lies, I suppose.”
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Puck:  “Ha-ha-ha, glad to hear it. I really hope that’s true.” For some reason, Beatrice’s cheeks stiffened for just a second from Puck’s peaceful response.
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Subaru:  Subaru heard none of this because he was busy hearing Rem explain the party setup to him. “The food preparation and service is already finished—Emilia, my sister, and I did that.