Missing Arlan

The freshly bathed Oriana entered her sleeping quarters, made sure to lock the door bolt, and while humming a merry tune, took her sweet time to wear her night clothes.

Privacy!

Freedom for her chest!

One of her worries about sharing rooms was her chest bind. It could be said that her new accommodation was a blessing in disguise. Thinking about it, her new job was not bad. 

'Being that brat's attendant isn't as horrible as I expected.'

She was able to eat good food even though they were leftovers, had a lot of idle time after she finished cleaning, and was even provided her own space. The pay was better than she could imagine as well. 

'However, it's a pity I cannot work for him for real. I need to go back to Wimark as soon as possible. Besides, if I get a stable job like this, I won't have free time to personally look after Grandpa.