"So... are we leaving these feathers to dry in the sun, Sir Sebas?" Bella asked curiously, brushing her damp hands on her apron.
The feathers had been laid bare on a drying cloth on the open field; the sun shone these glistering feathers.
Sebas simply shook his head, his ever-cheerful smile never fading.
"Well, we could do just that, but... I've got a better idea~."
Without further explanation, he whistled sharply—and his slime pets wriggled into view, eager as always.
"I'll have these fellows of ours draw out the moisture~."
"Ah! It's the Joe Brothers~!" Bella exclaimed happily at the sight of the slimes, which jiggled in delight at the maid's excitement.
"T-the Joe Brothers...?" Martha muttered in disbelief, struggling to understand her fellow aide's bizarre naming sense for the butler's slime pets.
The butler himself didn't seem to mind at all—he merely laughed heartily before addressing his gelatinous companions with authority.
