A few days had passed since Medusa joined their little group, and in that short time, she had integrated herself so naturally that it felt like she had always been there.
Lillia, of course, wasted no time in claiming her.
From the first day, the little girl had run to Medusa with arms wide open, calling her "Mama" with a sincerity that could melt even the coldest heart.
Medusa had accepted it without hesitation, patting Lillia's head with the kind of gentle smile that belied the fact she was a once-feared tyrant from another world.
She'd even gone so far as to acquire a maid outfit — not just any maid outfit, but the kind that could make grown men forget their own names.
A crisp black dress with frilled white lace, stockings that stopped just above the knee, and a ribbon tied neatly at the collar.
Azel had told her several times that there was absolutely no need for her to dress like that — she was a summoned hero, not some household servant but Medusa had been firm.
