It was a rare treat for Cyndwella, the hallowed Wisp of the Jaghund household, to compliment Jeiel on something he did. And right now, Jeiel was receiving such praise. For using his dick, nonetheless.
Jeiel sighed. "Sorry. I'm pussyfooting on all this because this happened out of my drunken ass." He turned to the three women still looking at his direction. "...sorry I left the bed without prior notice. I was going sword training. Do you girls want something to eat? I.. wore you girls out after all."
"I am alright, Jeiel Yoza - " Ran cut herself. She seemed to remember something. One that turned her placid face into a shade of red. "..... dearest."
Jeiel's eyes went round as saucers at the name she called him. Lleh snickered excitedly. "She said it! She said the name you were egging her to call you as last night!"
"I - I did??"
"Oh~you actually made us give you these profound nicknames. I see nothing wrong with it, cuddle muffin~" Sabine cooed faux-innocently.
Lleh rubbed her head against Jeiel's chest. "And you made me call you aruji~ I can go along with being your slave all you want, Jeiel. You being the master is heaven. OH! AND YOU SIGNED THE CLEARANCE for OUR SABBATH!!" She waved a paper with the paw print of Bapho-sama in the air, bearing Jeiel's signature at the very bottom.
"... I guess I have a Sabbath now." Jeiel rubbed at the back of his head.
"... I CALL him UNCLE!!"
The little girl raised her hand. "He's my uncle because I'm his little light!"
"... girls. Do you know where she came from? I don't remember seeing her at all." Jeiel shifted his gaze from the three.
"...she.. said she's Arcansaw," said Lleh.
"...what??"
Jeiel looked at the girl, wearing an expression of genuine surprise.
".. isn't Arcansaw.. the sword you have kept hidden all this time?" Sabine asked.
".... the way I see it..." Ran approached the girl and placed her hand on her head, caressing it. The girl giggled excitedly. "The weapon has turned into a Cursed Sword. Or in this case... a Blessed Sword."