Before Herbert could react to Sammi's sudden request that could be called a self-recommendation for a pillow... No, a self-recommendation to be a servant, a sharp and somewhat exasperated female voice suddenly exploded.
"No!!!"
This crisp and urgent voice carried an undeniable resolve, instantly shattering the somewhat delicate atmosphere in front of the altar.
Herbert and Sammi both turned to look, only to see that Kreti, who had been pretending to nap in Herbert's arms, had opened her eyes at some point.
"You!"
Kreti was staring at Sammi with a look that mixed shock, annoyance, and a hint of barely detectable panic.
How dare you?
I'm still here!
She even subconsciously struggled out of Herbert's embrace, her entire posture shifting from lazy leaning to alert forward-leaning, like a cat whose territory had been invaded.
"Ah?"
Sammi was baffled by this sudden opposition, staring blankly at her fellow kin, not understanding why she was reacting so fiercely.
