Lucy left.
Though she’d won this verbal sparring with her sister, she couldn’t stay at Mefia’s mansion forever.
She knew the Vampire Lolita her sister had luckily obtained was incredibly adorable—exactly her type.
She even longed to hear that soft, sweet voice in bed tonight.
But things she couldn’t get wouldn’t change with a few words or tantrums.
Since she couldn’t truly break ties with her sister, Lucy stayed restrained. She avoided pointless actions.
With nothing left to do, she chose to leave.
Yet she left Mefia with a mess.
“…”
Mefia glanced indifferently at Lucy’s retreating back. No flicker of emotion crossed her face. She didn’t even ask Lorin to see the guest out.
Lorin wouldn’t remind her. Lucy wasn’t like other guests to Mefia.
They needed no false pleasantries.
“Let’s go back,” Mefia said flatly, her mood sour. It seemed directed at Avril.
But Lorin instantly caught the implication. “Master, are you sending Avril to Shelley’s?” she prompted gently. “Avril hasn’t been assigned a room yet~”
Avril had only been at Mefia’s for about a day. Mefia had been absent most of it.
So Avril had been temporarily locked to Mefia’s bed.
Though many clean, empty rooms filled the mansion, only Mefia could decide where the girl stayed.
“Uh…” Mefia hesitated. “Put her in the room next to Shelley’s.”
“I’ll rest at Shelley’s tonight.” She glanced subtly at Avril as she spoke.
Shelley’s third-floor room was close to Mefia’s—convenient for her duties.
The room was trivial. But Lorin understood Mefia’s unspoken meaning.
*She’ll stay over at Shelley’s tonight.*
Compared to Avril, this clueless Vampire Lolita, the obedient, caring catgirl was far more likable.
Lorin would never believe Mefia had a change of heart about the young vampire.
“Why are you crying?” Mefia finally asked. She’d noticed Avril’s tear-streaked face since earlier.
She’d ignored it during the argument with Lucy. But now, the little one still hadn’t calmed down.
“…”
Avril stayed silent. Mefia had forbidden her to speak. The poor Vampire Lolita just pressed her lips tight, gazing up with tears streaming uncontrollably.
Silent sobs.
Avril was obedient. She made no sound.
“Stop crying!” Mefia snapped, too tired to comfort the child she now had to care for.
When it came to pleasing her master, Avril lagged far behind Shelley.
But the innocent girl didn’t understand such things. She didn’t even like Mefia. She’d never try to win her favor.
“Mmph…” Avril flinched at the command. Her tiny hands rose to gently wipe her cheeks.
Glistening tears soaked her fingers, smudging her face. She couldn’t clean it properly.
“Alright, alright.” Mefia sighed, reluctantly softening first. She thought Lucy’s words had upset Avril.
She bent down, patiently wiping the tears from her cute little pet.
This scene was rare. Others always catered to Mefia.
But even her gentle touch couldn’t stop Avril’s tears. The girl seemed terrified, unable to steady herself.
Mefia, already in a foul mood from the evening’s events, missed the reason entirely. She wasn’t the observant type.
Lorin understood quickly.
“Master?” she called softly, picking up the apple Lucy had dropped on the table.
She’d noticed Avril staring at it since earlier.
Mefia caught the hint instantly.
Curious that a vampire could eat apples, she still took it. “Is this what you want?” she asked uncertainly, watching Avril cry.
“…”
Avril stayed wary, silent, eyes fixed on the apple and Mefia.
“Master, you haven’t lifted her speaking ban yet~” Lorin reminded smoothly. As head maid, she never forgot Mefia’s orders—even when Mefia did.
Avril’s thoughts were easy to read.
“Oh, right~” Mefia exhaled heavily, feeling a twinge of guilt. “It’s fine now. Say whatever you want.”
“Earlier, I meant don’t talk much in front of Lucy.” She realized her harshness might have scared the girl.
“Y-yes…” Avril’s voice trembled unnaturally. In one short evening, Mefia had terrified her repeatedly.
She remembered the order clearly: *Don’t speak.* So she hadn’t dared a single word.
Only now, with permission, did she open her mouth.
“Hmm…” Mefia examined the apple. “It’s bruised and oxidizing. Let’s not keep it.”
“I’ll give you several new ones tomorrow.” To her, a damaged apple was worthless.
But the Vampire Lolita showed no joy. She just lowered her head, tears dripping silently to the floor.
*She doesn’t believe me.*
If Shelley Sister had promised it, Avril might have trusted her.
But Mefia…
Avril instinctively distrusted her. *She’s lying. She won’t give back my little apple.*
*Liar.*
Avril didn’t dare say it aloud. Unwilling to agree, she stayed silent, head bowed—a quiet obedience to her master.
“Ah, forget it.” Mefia stuffed the apple into Avril’s hands, sensing the girl’s distress.
She didn’t want Avril to resent her over something so trivial.
