"Hrmph."

The big question is if Aduvial is an experiment created from what remained when Liltoni was created, /WHAT THE ABSOLUTE HELL/ is Liltoni then?!

She is an elf and a maid. Nothing more.

". . . . . . Hrmph."

Sound of knuckles cracking. She feels someone has to DIE today.

". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"Do not touch me." The sound of her breaking the arm of yet another person seeking to pat her. This woman is around seven feet tall and built like a stone fortress. Touching will be met with violence unless otherwise stated

Liltoni is not for lewding, leering, or flirting with.

Arisu ".....Neeee-san I feel a bit insulted that you would think I would make them live in my basement~"

Sleep is for the weak, and she is not weak.

Quietly seething.

Quietly cleaning . . . . . . a weapon rack.

The shaft of a large waraxe is slammed into the floor, the sound ringing through the shrine like a great bell. A singular warning before it is returned to her dimensional storage and she returns to cleaning.

". . . . . I will still keep watch, Lady Chiyoko."

"The flooring is fine, Lady Arisu. I ensured that it was protected before giving my warning."

"I pride myself on keeping the estate clean." While she's speaking, she's preparing a large number of weapons?! They're all going into her dimensional storage. Oh dear.

"Baskerville." The maid summons a familiar, a black Irish wolfhound with dark emerald eyes rising up from her shadow. "We shall hunt." The hound bounds forward, the elf quickly following at a rather terrifying clip.