It was two o'clock in the morning.
Aiwass was carried onto the swing in the yard by Lady Grace, while Sherlock, Lily, and Maxim watched from the side.
Lady Grace looked small in stature and dress. Although her exact age was indiscernible, she appeared to be a college student.
For this reason, Aiwass had never really had a concept of Lady Grace's height—especially since she was always standing next to the towering figure of Maxim, who was two and a half meters tall, which made her look even more petite.
—But now, as Lady Grace held him, Aiwass suddenly realized that she was indeed a pureblood elf. When she held Aiwass, she pinched right under his ribs, so deftly as if she were holding a not-so-large cat or dog.
Aiwass noticed that she even unconsciously lifted her pinky fingers. She wasn't even applying much pressure with her ring fingers.
She sat on the swing, placing Aiwass on her lap. Then she took out a small bottle from her chest and fed the liquid inside to Aiwass.