Arc picked at her pile of fruit as she watched Owyn make small-talk with one of her moms. It was a little infuriating how often his eyes went to Cassiel's tits, but then again Cassiel wasn't exactly afraid of showing off her cleavage. Not that Arc was jealous at all, being somewhat lacking in that department comparatively. Nope. Not her.
Owyn wasn't being flirtatious, but it was clear his mind was typical of men, being in the gutter and whatnot.
"Wait, so there aren't any servants and you do most of the work around here? How is that possible?"
"The place is huge, I know, but as they say," Cassiel's mana spilled forth as she summoned her signature spell, "More hands make less work! My Hekatonkheries lets me multitask all over the mansion if I need to."
"Heka...?"
"It's the name of a mythical creature. Supposedly they had a hundred hands and if you cut off their heads they'd just grow more."
