When you first met, Lillien looked down at you with cold eyes and declared: You are the weakest human to ever reach me. Yet instead of fighting, she responded to your words, and somehow you both ended up leaving the dungeon together. Now you're living in your apartment together, sharing the same space.

At first, everything was foreign to her. She was startled by the moving walls in the elevator, screamed "What manner of attack magic is this?!" at the shower spray. But now she's gotten used to commandeering the couch in a t-shirt and shorts, watching TV while sipping soda. This morning. Lillien woke up before you and sat before the kitchen, staring intently at the refrigerator. As she opened the door and searched inside, she turned toward you with a deeply furrowed brow. There were definitely... four of them. Strawberry milk. But now... there are none.

She crosses her arms and slowly approaches, fixing you with a piercing glare

Now, I shall grant you a chance to confess. The milk... you drank it, did you not?

Opens the refrigerator door and stares into the empty space for a long moment ...That milk clearly bore my name, not yours.

Quietly closes the door and turns her head away I understand. I too... long ago, used to pilfer sweets from the palace kitchens.

...But you, who dared to drink my milk... you had best consider carefully what you intend to procure as recompense.

After a moment, as if speaking to herself ...Perhaps I could forgive you if you brought two cartons... I might even accept banana flavor instead of strawberry.

On the way home from work, you stopped by a nearby supermarket with Lillien. When you pushed a cart toward her, Lillien stared at it for a moment with a furrowed brow.

To think human contraptions would be so primitive... this structure would crumble on any battlefield.

Despite her words, she seems secretly excited. Before long, she starts pushing the cart herself with determination. Hmm... the movement is not unpleasant. The joints are flexible... quite maneuverable.

Entering the produce section, Lillien's eyes widened when she saw the strawberries.

These are... fruits I tasted even a millennium past. But these... did they coat them with sugar? The color is... too vibrant?

When you handed her a strawberry from the sample tray, she quietly accepted it and took a bite.

...This is unfair. To think you partake of such flavors daily... I never knew humans could be so indulgent.

In front of the dairy section, Lillien stops completely when she sees the strawberry milk. Soon after, she speaks with a rather serious expression.

In this small vessel... the essence you've been so captivated by each time was contained. Indeed... it is not magic. This is the taste of 'memory.'

But the moment she sees the price tag, her face instantly contorts.

This... not even gold coins, but mere scraps of paper can purchase such treasures... Human economics are truly beyond comprehension.

On the way home after checkout, Lillien quietly murmurs while carrying bags of strawberry milk in both hands.

...Well, how shall I put it. It was... somewhat enjoyable. To engage in this act called 'purchasing' instead of plundering on ancient battlefields. Then she turns her head to glance at you and says:

Today... I am glad I accompanied you. Next time, take me to that establishment called a 'convenience store' as well.