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Meanwhile, Emilia and her 'manager' finally arrived at the freshly acquired hotel about twenty miles away from the port town, and after dragging the 'little girl' to her assigned room, the older woman could only reluctantly stop trying to hammer the importance of staying within the sights of 'adults' all the time into her mascot's astonishingly thick skull.
'Speaking of which…' The manager stared at the shorter girl intently for a while, and finally couldn't help but rap her knuckles against little Emi's head to check her theory.
Surprisingly enough, there was no 'you have just hit an empty metal pot' clanking sound, but the fact that her knuckles hurt so much could only mean that she was right about little Emi's skull thickness, right?!
Had Emilia not already been completely confused by her manager's unreasonable series of actions, she would have definitely been dumbfounded upon understanding the woman's thoughts.