Her spiritual beast curled tighter into itself, antennae flattening against its body, clearly refusing to listen to her.
Aisha gave it a gentle nudge with her finger. "You shouldn’t be eating things that could be bad for you."
"Gururu, guru. Guru...!"
It chirped back at her, sounding almost indignant.
Aisha blinked and stared down at it for a moment. Then she laughed.
"It tastes delicious? Is that so..." She stroked its small body with the tip of her finger, watching it uncurl slightly under her touch. "Fine, I won’t stop you. But you’ll need to be careful next time."
The reason Irene’s bracelet had never been found in Aisha’s room wasn’t that it had never been there at all.
It had been swallowed by a very hungry, little spiritual beast the moment it had woken from its nap.
From what she heard from it, a servant slipped right behind Daisy when she left the room, walked around the room before standing beside the bed. Aisha remembered placing her spiritual beast on her pillow before she left, and so when the servant put the bracelet under her pillow, it crawled until it reached under her pillow and got to the bracelet.
It seemed that the Lyrian stone in the bracelet awakened it from its sleep, attracting her spiritual beast’s appetite.
However, instead of just swallowing the stone, it even ate the chain.
And it coincided with the time when Aisha saw that flash of light coming from her door.
She heard it call right then.
But Aisha didn’t understand what it wanted to tell her.
Aisha sat on the edge of her bed, the spiritual beast nestled comfortably in her lap, and let her mind wander over everything that had happened since she woke up in this world.
It was strange, she thought, how quickly she’d adapted to living as Aisha Novalis. In her previous life, she never had to scheme anyone. Survival had been simple in its own brutal way—kill or be killed. They either eat or starve to death. There had been no room to build organization, family, or even a haven for everyone who survived then.
Everyone for their own survival.
But this world, this life, demanded a different kind of survival.
She glanced down at her spiritual beast, lazily curling its antennae to stroke its bloated stomach.
If it hadn’t swallowed the bracelet, the servants would have found it exactly where Irene had it planted, and Aisha would have had a much harder time proving her innocence.
She supposed she should be grateful for its terrible eating habits.
Still, something was troubling about how easily it had ingested a solid metal object and a stone from another planet. Would it really be found to let this little thing consume that? And what would happen if it swallowed something similar or more dangerous next?
Do spiritual beasts even eat?
"I guess I have to experiment on you this time."
The little creature swayed its head side to side. "Guru?"
Aisha smiled. "I’ll have to list down what you can eat from now on."
She made a mental note to keep a closer eye on it going forward.
"But first, let’s think of what to call you from now on."
***
"Gummi."
"Gu..."
"Trolli?"
"Guu..."
"Haribo?"

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