Cosanzeana wobbled cutely, making Mu Yang's mood improve quite a bit.
"Then I'll go in and take a look around."
"Mm, I hope next ti you co, Cosanzeana will have flowers ready."
Mu Yang continued walking forward along the path and spotted a familiar figure.
"Mare?"
She turned around and waved at Mu Yang.
"Mu Yang, it's been a while—we et again. I'm very happy, so I'm very surprised."
Mu Yang said, "That's not how 'it's been a while' is used, right? Didn't we just part ways a mont ago?"
"And why did Mare get back to Poisson first?"
Mu Yang guessed that Mare probably had another path into the village.
Otherwise, he had left first—how had this little one overtaken him?
Unfortunately, getting the answer he wanted from a lusine's mouth was very difficult.
She simply said that once she finished packing up, she hurried back and waited for him here.
"I see. So this is Poisson? It's very beautiful. Where is Mare's ho?"
"My ho is very beautiful too, and very quiet. A good place for painting. Follow ."
With that, Mare hopped ahead to lead the way.
"Is Mu Yang curious why Mare got back to the village first?"
"Mm."
"Actually, there are many shortcuts. Father taught how to find shortcuts."
"Father... Could that be Mr. Neuvillette?"
[It can't be the Servant, right?]
[You're overthinking—it's the water dragon]
[Neuvillette is the only male lusine (confird)]
[What gossip rag—see how our Charlotte exposes the truth]
Mu Yang had learned so things about Fontaine.
Roughly a few hundred years ago, lusines began appearing in Fontaine.
Afterward, through the efforts of Neuvillette and others, lusines successfully integrated into Fontaine society.
lusines use feminine pronouns, and the entire race consists only of females.
But no lusine should call Neuvillette [Father], right?
Mare's words were still strange, "It's not Lord Neuvillette. Father is Father—how should I put it? He's everywhere?"
Mu Yang stopped pursuing the question.
This was the way he had concluded for interacting with lusines.
Unless they were willing to say it themselves.
Otherwise, digging deeper would only trap you in their thought patterns.
It was hard to get a definite answer.
[Why does it feel like a horror movie?]
["He's everywhere"—what a creepy description]
"Mm, this is my ho."
"Ahem!" Mare cleared her throat and said in an official tone she had learned from who knows where.
"Um, welco... to my humble abode... your presence brings light to my ho... uh uh, please offer your criticisms and corrections..."
Mu Yang was sowhat speechless.
These phrases couldn't have co from the Fontaine civil service system, could they?
"Mare doesn't need to be so formal. I'm just here to see your paintings."
Mu Yang looked around. This little house was a bit far from Poisson.
It indeed fit the description of "very quiet, a good place for painting."
Mare opened the door, "Seymour, I'm back."
A noisy chanical sound ca from inside: "Welco ho, Miss. As always, you are gentle, cute, and radiant today."
Mu Yang was drawn by the voice and looked inside the house.
"This is... a chanical dog?"
"Yes! Mu Yang, this is Seymour—he's my family."
She then introduced Mu Yang to Seymour.
"This is Mu Yang—he's the good person who stopped others from giving Mora."
Mu Yang's mouth twitched a bit. If this description were used outside Poisson,
the words "good person" would be quite sarcastic.
Especially since Mu Yang was active in Fontaine as a rchant.
When rchants got involved in Mora transactions, it would be hard to explain.
Fortunately, Seymour didn't react to it.
No—although Fontaine's technology was sowhat advanced, Mu Yang had never seen a chanical dog that could think independently and speak.
"Why can Seymour talk?"
"Seymour can talk—of course he can. If he couldn't talk, wouldn't he be broken!"
Seeing that Mu Yang was still puzzled,
Mare continued.
"Mu Yang is very amazing—the questions you ask might make sense. But Seymour really can talk. He's my best friend and even comnts on my paintings."
At this, Seymour replied, "Indeed, your judgnt is extraordinarily sharp, Miss."
Seymour spoke again.
But Mu Yang noticed sothing odd.
It didn't seem to have reached the level of independent thinking.
It was very likely just simple responses to certain phrases.
Mu Yang wanted to learn more about the chanical dog, "How did Mare et Seymour?"
"I found him nearby while looking for pignts before. At that ti, Seymour was lying in a pile of trash, all alone and pitiful."
Mare walked over and touched Seymour.
"So I talked to him, and we beca friends. Later, I brought him ho. That way he had a ho."
[Such a gentle child]
"It looks like you really like Seymour."
Mare nodded with a smile, "Mm, because everyone in the village can't understand about paintings, so there's nothing much to talk about. Though they all care about , it's still hard to chat."
"So usually, I can only talk with Seymour."
"Mu Yang is the third person willing to talk with about paintings."
Mu Yang asked, "Is the second one [Mr. Jakob]?"
"Yes, yes—the art collector I ntioned before who wanted to trade a lot of Mora for my paintings. He's handso and gentle, and we talked a lot about paintings. He said he could understand my paintings..."
Mare chatted while looking for painting tools and was now ready.
"Let's put that aside for now and start painting for Mu Yang."
"Ah, I almost forgot—there are new pignts too..."
With that, she went back inside.
While she was away, Mu Yang approached the chanical dog curiously.
Seymour gave no response at all.
He didn't even seem to want to move...
"Wah... pignts, where did I put the pignts? They should be here..." Mare's anxious voice ca from inside.
After a while, Mare ca out, looking flustered.
"Um... um, welco to my humble abode... your presence brings light to my ho... please offer your criticisms and corrections..."
She repeated the earlier words again.
Then she hung her head dejectedly, "Um, um—the pignts are all used up..."
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