Cranberry finished her breakfast while Zombie was observing her with a slight smile.
Lord Blackberry was also with them in the dining room feeling even more like an outsider than ever before.
Things could only get more awkward for him if his daughter requested her corpse puppet to feed her.
…or use him as something called a cooling chair where the corpse puppet would sit on a chair and she would sit on his lap…
Which happened more than once already, but not this time.
But that was probably due to the chill morning rather than the red-haired girl taking her father's feelings under consideration.
Anyway, lord Blackberry was also observing his daughter.
The little girl that he once knew was no more, instead, the person who sat in front of him was a powerful player character with a unique class of Master of the eternal servant and even a subclass of a berserker.
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