I assemble all the girls who reside in the building including the previously hidden one Sekrit, Sylvia, Selene and Ivanna.

Introduce Lyla Halpernia,

"Lyla Halpernia is the personal knight of the young master from the Lambert house you saw earlier. Due to various circumstances, she will be working as my bodyguard for the time being."

She gave a dubious look but withheld from questioning any further.

Lyla looks relieved.

This person is really so honest… well her skills as a knight is first-rate, which is probably why he had left her as my personal guard.

***

"Oh, yes, sorry that’s right. After what just happened, I apologize for my rudeness."

Lyla bows her head in genuine remorse.

"Oh, no, it’s just I’m not quite sure myself. So it’s nothing to bow your head over."

Not to mention thanks to you, I am able to become acquainted with a big fish.

The Lambert family would most definitely make for a profitable customer, but the situation itself is not really something to celebrate.

"By the way, you really are something aren’t you. It is rare for our master… for Lord Lubreo to speak that passionately about something."

"No, he was terrifying. I kept thinking that I would be cut down if I misspoke."

With those words, a smile finally sees to emerge on Lyla’s face.

…Lyla is usually quite serious and kept quiet so it almost looks as though she is lonely, but her smile brings a sort of youthfulness to her expression.

"Oh, don’t say that. He is someone with immeasurable talent… so he is probably excited to finally meet someone of his caliber."

That is the first time I feel she is… so cute.

"So, I would be so happy if you could continue to have an amicable relationship with him… Oh, I’m sorry I’m giving so many demands… if there is anything I can do, please tell me. Although I won’t be of much use with technical things, every day tasks and brunt work I am able to do."

Although she is just supposed to stand and watch over me in silence, it seems like she would turn into a ball of guilt if I don’t assign her some sort of task.

***

Unlike usual, the girls sleep in big room next door. Usually, I sleep in the small room with big bed after having sex with some of the girls. 

As from tonight onwards, Lyla is here, we have to pretend we have no such relationship.

"Oh no, you’re the owner of the house, you must sleep on the bed. I’m used to sleeping outside, so the floor will do just fine!"

"Even if you say that… I can’t let a lady sleep on the floor."

The trouble begins that night.

I shut the blinds on the window, and lit a small crystal lantern to keep the room bright.

Lyla is focused on the light, and then surveys the room, and she suddenly stops.

Now that I think about it, this room only has one large bed. And that’s how we arrived at the conversation above.

Until now, I usually slept with some of the girls after sex. The girls are my lovers, and my sexual partners, so there was no need to think about these kinds of things before.

At times, we do foursome or fivesome, so in terms of the size, the bed is plenty large, but still, the idea of sharing a bed with a stranger is kind of off-putting.

We debate seriously about it for a long time before finally coming to an agreement that I would sleep on the bed, and Lyla would sleep on a large pile of pillows and blankets on the floor.

We had spent so much time seriously contemplating who would sleep where that it seems almost silly. We both burst out into laughter.

"Oh yeah, Ms. Lyla. Your Pajamas."

"Oh no, I couldn’t. I’m already borrowing your floor… I couldn’t accept that much…"

Although she said that, her clothing she has on with her light armour for everyday use is made out of rough, thick material, and must be very uncomfortable.

I had worn something similar when I had been working with knights back at the White City, so I know how uncomfortable the fabric could be….At the very least she could not want to wear it to sleep.

She doesn’t have anything to change into, so I hand her a pair of Ivanna’s. She takes off her top without saying anything.

"Well then, thank you, I’ll… hmm?"

Perhaps I had gotten too used to a woman’s naked body.

From beneath her clothing, Layla’s firm but well-shaped breasts becomes exposed.

I wonder if they had been bound earlier. But now they are completely on show.

They are larger than I had expected.

… Was this perhaps the reason the other girls were weary before?

"Oh?!"

"Oh, … uhm, I’m sorry Lyla!"

I quickly look away, but not before seeing Lyla, who is blushing profusely, quickly hide her chest.

"Uhm, well, this is uhm…. A result of my carelessness.. uhm, I’m sorry."

Lyla sputters out, and says goodnight before quickly covering herself with a comforter, in embarrassment.

She has completely mixed together formal and informal speech. Was she usually steeling herself?

"Uhmm… Goodnight Lyla"