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conversations.value:  Let’s start over. Since I was Claire’s maid, I was generally always by her side. This was a huge difference from the game, where the heroine was normally with Misha, but it was exactly what I’d always dreamed of, so I was quite pleased with the arrangement. The problem was Ralaire. Ralaire was a baby water slime. All living things have relentless appetites when they’re infants; even human babies have to nurse ten to fifteen times a day. Slimes don’t cry until they’re adults, but they do quiver with hunger if their stomachs are empty. Ralaire was still small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, so I was keeping her in my bag, but she was a mischievous little love. Since she didn’t have a fixed shape, she could slip out even if I closed my bag tight. I’d lost count of how many times she’d snuck out during lectures in order to tell me she was hungry. Each time, I rushed to tuck her back into my bag and surreptitiously feed her. It might sound like she had me dancing to her tune, but I trained my pets well. I knew exactly how to train a water slime, thanks to my knowledge of the game, and Ralaire was gradually learning to wait before she ate her food, as well as where to relieve herself. Most of this training was done in my own room. I’d explained the situation to Misha, who was afraid at first, but she soon realized Ralaire posed no danger and began to help me out. That was probably why we let our guard down.
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conversations.value:  “Hey, peasant, where did you put my brush? Lene has been looking for it all night,” Claire said as she burst into our room—and laid eyes on Ralaire.
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conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, as a noble, I would expect you to at least knock.”
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conversations.value:  “Aaaagh!”
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conversations.value:  “Agh?”
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conversations.value:  “Gaaagh? !” The only reason Claire’s screams didn’t resonate through the dormitory, where everyone was sleeping, was thanks to Misha’s wind magic.
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