Don't be too rough...

Claymore closed the door behind her and let out a deep sigh.

"Graough? (How did the talk go?)"

Zombie, who was waiting for her outside the lady Raspberry's room, groaned at her questioningly.

"...Cranberry has to deal with that every day...?"

Claymore crossed her arms and slouched defensively.

"Graough...? (Was it that bad?) Graough? (Can you at least go talk with my master for a bit, or must you leave after all?)"

Zombie continued growling questions, managing to pick Claymore's attention.

"Ah? What? Sorry, I forgot you were here."

She flinched and smiled awkwardly, even such small action made her face changed completely, it was really something else.

"Anyway, the marriage talk was a bust, I shouldn't have arrived here as a girl after all... but at least I was allowed to spend some time with the two of you! Until the evening meal that is..."