Chapter 255: Don't hit me... pretty please?

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Usually, Sam was like a little puppy who would jump when she told her to, and fetch when she threw a ball. Even if Emilia kicked her away, the girl would only give her a pitiful look, and then go back to happily wagging her tail again as soon as the younger girl gave her a smile.

Obviously, Emilia would never kick her little puppy. It would be enough if she didn't spoil it silly, and didn't turn it into an immovable fat ball of fur that could only munch endlessly and be pampered.

There was a reason that the Osmanthian princess had the kingdom's slowest horse, after all.

Emilia thought she had learned a little more 'moderation' now, and understood that too much of anything could be bad, but there were still many things that she didn't understand.

On some matters, she could still rely on Cynthia. But unfortunately, her ever-so-taciturn partner had long since run away into isolation.