"Arthur!"
A loud voice called out to me from the main path of my mansion as I relaxed around the garden, sitting on the bench near the flower beds.
I looked over and noticed a familiar girl with swaying brown hair and bouncing breasts running toward me with a happy expression and tears trailing down her cheek. A familiar maid followed right behind her.
This time, Jane didn't wear a dark robe, so her appearance in a French maid dress which exposed her cleavage was clear. Unexpectedly, she had fairly big breasts, although still smaller than Eliza's.
As I had expected, Eliza came running to my door right when the sky turned orange.
She immediately jumped toward me and buried my face between her breasts. They were soft but a bit suffocating.
"Thank you… Thank you, Arthur! I heard from Jane about what had happened."
Backing away, Eliza erased the tears with her sleeves. A bright smile plastered on her face.