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Lin Shu came closer to her.

"?"

Beatrice was confused and didn't understand what Lin Shu meant at first.

Until he clamped her hands.

Then he pushed her to the ground.

"You are such an impolite fellow!"

Beatrice, who was weak and without any magic power, had no power to resist.

She wanted to scold, but her lips were already taken away.

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Facts have proved that not only in Type-Moon's world, but even in the world of "Re: Alternate ②宭0", magic replenishment is still effective.

Seeing that Beatrice's body had finally stabilized,

Lin Shu also breathed a sigh of relief.

Walk out of the room.

He saw Ram cleaning the corridor.

She seemed to be feeling better.

But you can still see that there is something unnatural about the standing posture.

“Disgusting, obscene…”

"Is it really okay to talk to the Master like this?"

"what?"

Ram's eyes were filled with contempt as if he was looking at a maggot.

"Ram doesn't remember having a master who was like a pig and stayed with him 24 hours a day."

"But Roswaal gave you to me, didn't he?"

Lin Shu lay on Ram's shoulder and whispered in her ear.

Ram's body trembled, but she did not struggle to break free from Lin Shu's hand that was on her chest. Instead, she closed her eyes as if she had accepted her fate.

"Just a quick review of what I taught you last night."

Lin Shu picked her up with one hand and casually pushed open the door leading to the kitchen.

The broom that Ram was sweeping fell to the ground, and then the door was closed.

When Rem came back, she brought a bunch of large and small bags of food and daily necessities.

Although she is small in stature, Rem's strength far exceeds that of an adult male.

Because when she went there, Roswaal's carriage gave her a ride.

So now we come back earlier than before.

When passing by the village, Rem gave some snacks to the children.

Those lively little ones helped carry the bags, big and small, to the front door of the mansion.

"Goodbye, Sister Rem."

"Goodbye."

Waving to the children, Rem glanced at the bags on the ground.

I looked at the distance between me and the mansion and thought that if I went in batches,

It would be better to move everything in at once.

"Hey."

She picked up the pile of debris on the ground, which was piled high, even above her forehead, and walked towards the kitchen of the mansion.

In front of the kitchen door, she saw a broom lying on the ground.

"elder sister?"

Rem peeked out from between the bags of sundries, but Ram wasn't in the hallway.

But she also knew that her sister liked to slack off when no one was paying attention.

So I didn't care and continued walking towards the kitchen.

Just as her hands were about to touch the door handle,

She heard a messy noise in the kitchen, like something was knocked over.

".〃elder sister!?"

Rem panicked and quickly put down the bags in her hands, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Ram stood up from the ground with his back to her, and seemed to be adjusting his clothes.

Then she turned around and returned to her original calm look.

"Rem, you came back pretty early today... I wasn't slacking off."

He said this as if to emphasize it deliberately.

This self-confessed statement made Rem laugh.

She walked towards her sister who had almost the same appearance as herself.

I wiped my finger under the other person's pink lips

, said angrily and amusedly: "Sister came to the kitchen to eat something when no one was around again, look, she didn't even wipe the milk off her face."

“Rem, that’s…”

Ram looked at his sister nervously.

But when she saw Rem put the finger coated with "milk" into her pink mouth, she

He immediately pursed his lips and swallowed the secret.

"Hey, this milk tastes a little weird, is it expired?"

"..."

Ram grabbed Rem's hand and dragged her out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong sister?"

Until dinner time in the evening.

When Lin Shu saw Emilia at the dining table,

I also saw Beatrice, who seemed to have regained consciousness.

She sat next to Lin Shu.

The other people in the room were also quite surprised by Beatrice's appearance.

Parker, who was very close to her, asked, "Betty, why are you willing to come out to dinner with me today?"

"Why do you worship a certain man?"

Beatrice glanced at Lin Shu and saw that he was unmoved.

She frowned angrily, puffed out her cheeks and kicked him on the leg.

"Hey, is it related to Lin Shu?"

"That's right, something quite excessive was done to him." Beatrice said, staring at Lin Shu.

"What's going on? Is there any misunderstanding?" Emilia said to smooth things over.

Lin Shu put down his cutlery and said, "Leah was studying in her room today. I felt like I had nothing to do, so I wandered around the mansion and ended up entering the Gate of Opportunity."

No one expressed doubt about this part.

(Good Zhao)

Because they all know the existence of the opportunity door,

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Opening a door by chance might lead you to a different dimension in the Forbidden Library.

But as he spoke, everyone's expressions changed.

"The power in you actually clashed with the magic power in Betty..."

Parker covered his eyes with his cat paws in a horrible manner: "Wow, that was a disaster."

Just when Beatrice was dissatisfied with Lin Shu's explanation and was about to fight back with her cheeks puffed up,

Lin Shu picked her up from the seat and placed her on his lap.

He stroked her head gently as if she were a doll, while his other restless hand took advantage of the cover of the dining table to perform inappropriate movements.

"Ugh."

Beatrice shrank back sensitively, and what she was about to say was interrupted.

"Hey, did Beatrice sign the spirit contract with Lin Shu?"

"This is a truly unexpected development."

Emilia and Parker were both surprised, only Lin Shu was smiling slowly.

"Yes, I will take responsibility and love Betty well from now on. After all, the contract cannot be broken."

Lin Shu said this with such profound meaning,

Then he picked up a fork, picked up a piece of stew from the plate, and fed it to Beatrice: "Let this be a proof of our friendly relationship."

Beatrice's steamed face looked like a red apple at this moment.

Although she pouted to show her dissatisfaction,