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As the blueprint had shown, Room 206 was designed to be more spacious than Alfe and Farah’s Room 201. The large windows were bay windows, offering a pleasant view.

“It looks quite comfortable,” I remarked.
“The only concern is the difference in bed sizes, but otherwise, this room is more than suitable for Master,” Hom added with a nod.

As she said, the bed closer to the bay window was unusually large. It seemed they had mistaken her for a larger student, likely because I had informed them that my attendant was a homunculus.

“Well, having a larger bed isn’t a problem, right? It’s not like it’s crowding the room.”

Aside from the large bed and a smaller one placed near the window, there were two desks with matching chairs for writing, along with a chest for clothes and other personal items.

“Indeed… With a bed this size, Lady Alfe could probably sleep here as well.”
“True. If the dorms allow interaction between rooms, maybe she could spend some time here occasionally.”

Hom smiled warmly, as if the suggestion had made her genuinely happy.

“I’m sure she’d be delighted.”
“She probably will. I should talk to Aunt Ur about it first, though.”

Living in a dorm meant there were likely rules to follow. I didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention, so it was best to confirm things beforehand.

“Well then, let’s unpack before our scheduled meeting.”
“Understood, Master.”

Hom nodded and began opening the two trunks we had brought. Most of the contents were mine, as Hom’s belongings were minimal.

“This should be kept in your care, Master,” Hom said, handing me Ars Magna she had placed on top¹.
“Thank you, Hom.”

Though it would appear as a blank book to anyone but me, it was still something I needed to keep safe from others. I placed it in a drawer with a lock, then threaded a new leather cord through the key and wore it around my neck to prevent losing it. That gave me some peace of mind.

While I did that, Hom was efficiently sorting out the clothes and books we’d brought. Even though she shared my memories up until her creation, she had organized the items I acquired after that in a way that matched my preferences perfectly. She truly was exceptional.

“I will take care of this. Master, please rest.”

As I reflected on her impressive abilities, Hom noticed my gaze and gently encouraged me to relax on the bed.

“No, I’ll help. I don’t want to be a lazy Master.”
“There is no way Master could ever be such a thing,” Hom responded earnestly, causing me to chuckle as I started moving the luggage.
“Good to know. I’ll do my best to be a good example for you.”

After all, I was her creator, and more than that, we were family. Thinking of this, I felt disgusted with my past self for only seeing her as a pawn to protect us from danger. Despite being raised with so much love from my parents, I was still shackled by the chains of my previous life.

As we unpacked and settled into this new life, many memories began to resurface. From the bottom of the trunk, I retrieved the tools I had brought for Alfe’s contact lens, and it crossed my mind to make her a new set soon.

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Unpacking the items from the trunk and arranging them so they would be ready for use took quite a bit of time.

“Master, what does this sound signify?” Hom suddenly stood up and listened intently as a bell began to chime.
“It seems to be coming from the neighboring nobles’ dormitory.”

I recalled seeing a bell mounted on the roof there. Likely, it was used to announce the time. Glancing at the wall-mounted clock, I saw that the hands pointed to 6:00 PM.

“Six o’clock. It looks like it’s time for dinner.”
“We were to meet with Lady Alfe and Lady Farah in the dining hall, correct?”

Hom closed the now-empty trunk and moved it to the side of the room. Though we hadn’t finished unpacking, we’d be late if we didn’t leave now.

“Yes, let’s hurry.”

The dining hall, located on the first floor of the dorm, was reportedly at the end of a hallway beyond the stairs. As Hom and I made our way quickly down the stairs, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from around the corner.

“Ah, I’m starving! Food, food—Whoa!?”
“…!”

Before I had time to react, someone came rushing towards us like a whirlwind, colliding into me. Fortunately, Hom shielded me, so I only fell onto my rear, but the person had barreled in with considerable force.

“Sorry! You okay?”

The one extending a hand to me was a student with long, upright rabbit ears—clearly one of the bunny (rabbit-eared tribe) species.

“I’m fine,” I said, declining the offered hand and instead standing up with Hom’s help. The Bunny student blinked her red eyes in surprise, brushing back her long, flaxen hair.

“What’s up? Lost, are you? The elementary dorms are that way,” she said, pointing back toward the direction she had come from. Judging by the cool breeze drifting in, it seemed to lead outside.

“According to Aunt Ur, it happens every year. Kids getting lost,” the Bunny student said with a casual familiarity, giving me a few playful pats on the head. “Still, living in a dorm at such a young age—good on ya!”
“Actually, I’m a high school student. I’m in the right place,” I corrected, brushing away the hand that had touched the hat my mother gave me. But she seemed completely uninterested in my words and burst out laughing.

“Hahaha! Come on, at least make your lies believable. Ain’t no way someone as tiny as you is in high school!”

I suppose compared to her, I was pretty small, but I hadn’t expected such outright disbelief.

“Hey, you don’t need to pretend to be older. You’ll get to high school eventually,” she added with a dismissive chuckle.
“Stop—”
“That is enough. I demand you apologize to Master.”

Before I could fully protest, Hom swiftly grabbed the Bunny student’s arm, halting her hand as she was about to ruffle my hair again.

“Jeez! You’re strong,” she grumbled, wincing as a red mark formed where Hom had grabbed her.
“If you’ve got something to say, say it yourself!” she barked, clearly angry now. Her sudden hostility pushed me to respond.
“…If you insist, then let me say this: it’s best not to judge people by their appearance.”
“Oh, shut up! Don’t get cocky, you little brat!”

Her language was incredibly crude. This probably wasn’t someone worth engaging with seriously.

“I will not tolerate any further insults toward Master,” Hom declared, her voice cold and unwavering.
“What? You wanna start something, huh?” the bunny girl spat back, glaring at Hom with aggression².

I considered ignoring her further, but I could tell Hom was genuinely upset. While her protective nature toward me was reassuring, these kinds of petty altercations might lead to bigger problems later. I needed to talk to Hom soon and help her learn how to handle these situations calmly.

“Hom, that’s enough—” I was about to tell her to stop engaging with them when a slow, drawn-out voice called out from the direction of the dining hall.
“Belle~, it’s dinner time~. What are you doing~?”
“Oh, Nume. My bad,” the Bunny student—apparently named Belle—responded, her expression instantly softening into a smile. “Did you secure today’s special milk chicken?”
“Of course~. Are these your friends~?”

The student referred to as Nume had long pink hair that seemed to be coated in a shiny, liquid-like substance. The way the liquid shifted and glistened as she moved caught my eye. I couldn’t help but stare at the peculiar sight.

“What!? There’s no way I’d be friends with this shrimp!”
“I’d prefer not to associate with you either,” Hom shot back as the two continued their exchange.

Still, the presence of this “Nume” seemed to have defused the situation somewhat. I found myself fascinated by her appearance. Her hair resembled flowing slime—likely marking her as one of the Limax race. Members of this race were a subspecies of fishmen, known for possessing the traits of slugs or snails. This was my first time seeing one in person.

“Why are you staring at Nume like that?” Belle snapped, noticing my gaze.
“I must be quite rare to you~. Isn’t that right~?” Nume added with a slow, pleasant smile, clearly unfazed by the attention.
“Ah, I apologize.”

Though she smiled warmly, I realized how intently I had been observing her. It became clear from this distance that her hair wasn’t just wet but made entirely of some gel-like liquid. What looked like ordinary hair at a glance was actually a viscous, fluid substance forming the shape of hair. It was mesmerizing to see it up close.

“She’s not a sideshow. Come on, Nume,” the bunny student, Belle, grumbled, tugging the Limax girl by the arm as they turned their backs on us.
“…Are you alright, Master?” Hom asked hesitantly once they had walked away towards the dining hall.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Still, I expected this place to be a prestigious institution, but to think they let in people like that.”

“What was that!?” Belle suddenly snapped, already halfway into the dining hall but turning back to glare at us. “You mean ‘people like that’ as in poorly-behaved strays who barely made it in as backups, right!?”
“I didn’t say quite that much, but you do seem quite skilled at introducing yourself³.”
“Now, now. Calm down~,” Nume interjected smoothly, familiar with defusing Belle’s outbursts as she gently nudged her into the dining hall.

What a hassle. As we headed to the same place for dinner, I could only hope this wouldn’t turn into more trouble later on.

1. Robinxen: YOU TOOK IT WITH YOU?! Well, to be fair where else would it go… BUT STILL!
2. Robinxen: I see she went to the haulia school of upbringing.
3. Robinxen: OH BURN!

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