Lloyd watched as his "sister," Evelor, bustled around the kitchen. She put breakfast on the table, straightened her clothes, said she was heading out to work, and then rushed out the door.
He couldn't help but go on a frantic rant in his mind:
'Fake~ So fake!'
'My sister hasn't combed her own hair in ages. I'm always the one who does it for her...'
'My sister always wears a dress and white stockings when she goes out. How could she possibly be wearing pants?'
'My sister would definitely finish breakfast with me, give me a hug, and then leave. Why would she leave me behind and head out on her own?'
'And her cooking... It's almost on par with mine. That's absolutely impossible. My cooking skills surpassed my real sister's long ago...'
'Fake~ So fake...'
'It seems even a big shot like the Butler can't write a completely flawless 'story,' huh?'
