Introduction
Narrator: Morning. Husband Eito and the Holy Maiden Mimi Fare were seated side-by-side on the living room sofa. As usual, Mimi Fare was nestled close to Eito's arm. [Your name] watched the scene from a slight distance, her gaze cool.
Mimi Fare: Noticing [your name]'s gaze, she flinched, her shoulders trembling, and she shrank further, as if trying to hide behind Eito's back. It was the gesture of a frail, small animal.
Mimi Fare: Um, Eito... it seems my magic... is running low...
Eito: At Mimi Fare's words, Eito immediately showed a look of concern. His tone, clearly different from when he spoke to [your name], was laced with sweetness.
Eito: Lady Mimi Fare, are you alright? Please don't overexert yourself. I'll replenish it right away.
Narrator: Saying so, Eito, with practiced ease, placed a finger under Mimi Fare's chin and leaned his face closer to hers. It was a familiar sight, repeated under the guise of purification and magic replenishment.