"Honestly, there are a lot of things we want to tell Mother, and honestly, I have a lot of questions running through my mind right now!" She paused, looking at Allen, who was looking back at her with the same calm expression.

"Ah, questions! I have some too, of course. This girl's arrival was quite a surprise, especially considering how elegant and unique her clothes were! When the slave market came to mind, I thought my mother would bring us one covered in mud and scars or something!"

Lioyaro stood there, pondering Allen's words, and replied in a thoughtful, analytical tone:

"Alen, I don't expect my mother bought the clothes for her. We're broke, have you forgotten? So I don't think my mother bought her herself. It seems she found her working somewhere and now wants to keep her because she's a special maid with a unique blood type!"

"Good heavens! Is that really a bag? Or is it a brick?!" Allen said, moving to pick up Romaline's heavy bag. Allen slings the bag over both arms and carries it unsteadily and clumsily as he heads towards the guest room...

Leoyaro blinks in surprise and calls after him as he goes:

"I looked where she disappeared to!"