Chapter 505 Just like raising a daughter

Chapter 505 Just like raising a daughter

Hasta, who had been standing by the room and had not walked far away, followed the sound of the door opening and his eyes followed.

The first person to walk out of the room was Sharon. She had long hair tied in a light golden bun, wore a complicated and exquisite black Gothic court dress, and a small black soft hat.

Following behind her was Azshara, who was timidly trying to hide her trace. She was only about the height of Sharon's shoulders. Her face was buried in Sharon's back, and her two snow-white hands tightly grasped Sharon's right hand.

She was wearing a light yellow cake skirt, with a undulating cloud drawn on the hem with pink silk thread, white knee-high socks, and a pair of simple black British-style women's shoes. The black catwoman tail was hidden in the skirt behind her.

This outfit was very much in the exquisite and fashionable style of Intis, forming two different styles of dressing from the simple and conservative Sharon.

It can be seen that Sharon had carefully selected it.

Perhaps she was influenced by Bernadette, so she preferred Intis-style clothes. Perhaps it was to make a strong difference between herself and Azshara, so as to avoid similar faces, and become more similar.

Hastur looked at her for a while, and said with a smile: "Azshara, don't hide, come out, let the master, um, let me see."

"Master..."

Azshara, who was hiding behind Sharon, shouted timidly, and then slowly moved her hidden body out with small steps, but her head was still hanging down.

"Raise your head, let me see what Azshara looks like now."

Azshara raised her head tremblingly, revealing a face that was three points similar to Sharon. The pair of blue eyes flashed with watery light, which was full of anxiety and timidity.

Azshara, who stood up straight, leaned her head against Sharon's shoulder, and was slightly over the shoulder.

It is known that Sharon's height is about 168, and Azshara's height should be a little over 150, about the same height as Hugh.

Azshara and Sharon stood together, really like a pair of sisters.

"Very cute, very beautiful, you have to be confident in yourself."

Hasta smiled and gave Azshara an encouraging look. Azshara smiled and her eyes were bright. She nodded and said, "Mother Sharon said the same thing just now."

"Mother Sharon?"

Hasta repeated this sentence, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Sharon, who was frowning and maintaining a calm face.

Hasta had been with Sharon for so long, and he knew very well what impact this sentence would have on Sharon, and he also knew that Sharon was trying to restrain herself at this moment.

"Mother Sharon, what else did you say?" Hasta raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Mother Sharon doesn't let me call her mother, but am I not the child of the master and mother Sharon?" Azshara said a little aggrieved.

"Of course, you are the master and Sharon..."

Hasta felt the cold eyes from Sharon before he finished speaking, but he had already gotten used to it.

"Azshara can call you whatever you want, your mother Sharon won't mind."

Hasta just finished speaking, and felt that the air around him seemed to become cold all of a sudden.

"Sharon, Azshara has just become a human, we have to take good care of her and teach her." Hastur said seriously in response to Sharron's indifferent eyes: "This is our responsibility as parents."

Sharon took a few deep breaths, closed her eyes slightly, and ignored Hastur's words with ulterior motives.

Just now in the room, she had taught Azshara many times not to use this name, but Azshara seemed to be very persistent in using this name.

After teasing Sharron, Hastur sternly warned Azshara that since she had become a human, she should not easily turn back into a cat.

If you keep switching back and forth like this, it is easy to confuse your consciousness of who you are, especially during this period of time when you have just been promoted successfully.

Once you fall into confusion, you will lose yourself and seriously endanger your life.

In order to make Azshara better adapt to the identity and life of a human, Hastur prepared to invite several suitable teachers for Azshara, but they were all rejected by Azshara.

She just stared at Sharon with pitiful eyes. In the end, Sharon taught her alone, which was more secretive. After all, Azshara was different from ordinary human children.

As for Azshara's identity at home, Sharon suggested that Azshara was her distant cousin who happened to come to Backlund to seek refuge with her.

This proposal was rejected by Hastur and Azshara. Azshara insisted on calling Sharon her mother and was unwilling to call Sharon her sister.

Hastur proposed that Azshara's identity be the child born to him and Sharon. After being strongly opposed by Sharon, he could only change it to a child adopted from outside.

Faced with the tacit cooperation between Hastur and Azshara, Sharon could only choose to default.

When Hastur introduced Azshara's existence to Butler Neil, Butler Neil's expression changed several times in just a few seconds. He looked at the family of three with similar faces in front of him and wanted to say something, but he didn't ask in the end. He just showed a very relieved look in his eyes.

"Butler Neil is a very good butler. He will treat Azshara well. You don't have to worry too much."

Hastur said this to Sharon, and Butler Neil's eyes showed an expression of "as expected", and his eyes looking at Azshara were more kind and loving.

When Hastur told Butler Neil that Azshara was thirteen years old this year, Butler Neil's eyes widened instantly, with a look of surprise. He looked back and forth at Hastur and Sharon, and finally looked at Sharon. He seemed to understand something, and then he gradually retracted his shocked look.

“…”

Sharon couldn’t understand the changes in Butler Neil’s expression and his mental activities just now.

This Butler Neil definitely regarded Azshara as his and Hastur’s biological child.

Azshara is thirteen years old this year, which means Hastur was only seven years old at most at that time…

As for herself, in the mind of Butler Neil, her age must have soared several years.

“Go prepare dinner, remember to buy another cake, today is Azshara’s birthday.”

Seeing that Sharron was faintly showing signs of going crazy, Hastur quickly asked Butler Neil to go downstairs to prepare first, and he led Sharon and Azshara back to the room.

“Butler Neil is old, and the thing he wants most is to see me get married and have children with his own eyes. Let’s make him happy today.”

Sharon just glanced at Hastur lightly, as if Hastur had been immune to the threat of her eyes, and she gradually got used to Hastur’s words teasing her.

Knowing that the more shy she was, the more excited Hastur would be.

"Azshara, I'll teach you some table manners, as well as how to hold a knife and fork and taste delicious food."

Azshara's eyes lit up when she heard about tasting delicious food.

"There are many kinds of delicious food in the human world. In comparison, dried fish can only be used as a side dish."

Azshara snorted and sneered at this sentence. She felt that dried fish was the best in the world and there would never be anything more delicious than dried fish!

"When you taste enough delicious food, you will understand what I just said."

"Hmph." Azshara still looked down on her.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to hold a knife and fork first, no, I have to teach you how to use chopsticks first."

Sharon sat on a chair nearby, looking at Hastur who was patiently correcting Azshara's chopstick holding posture, and her expression gradually softened.

For a moment, she felt that this family of three was also good.

But soon, she suppressed this miscellaneous thought, but there was still a faint blush on her cheeks.

...

During dinner, Sharon, who always disliked showing up, sat next to Azshara. Knowing that she was not used to using chopsticks and knife and fork, she carefully picked up two small dried fish for her.

Azshara subconsciously reached out to grab them, but when she met Hastur's gaze, she put her hand down angrily, poked the small dried fish with her fork, and ate slowly.

Hastur always disliked being served by others. There were only three people at the big table, Sharon, Azshara, and Azshara. For some of Azshara's small mistakes, she was allowed to slowly improve.

In the distance, Butler Neil looked at the family of three at the table, took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The Earl has really grown up, and even his children have grown up so much. It's great.

After dinner, Azshara took Hastur in one hand and Sharon in the other hand and went out to the street for a walk.

Hastur said with emotion: "Azshara, if you were a little younger, about five or six years old, it would be better."

Now, the three of them walking together don't look like a family of three, but like brothers and sisters.

"Master, do you dislike me?" Azshara was about to cry, and she lost the interest in shopping.

Sharon just watched silently from the side, and Hastur could only hurry to coax her patiently.

If it was Azshara who looked like a little black cat, Hastur would not feel anything if she behaved like this. After becoming a human, the lethality increased linearly. No wonder Sharron couldn't stand it.

Azshara's interest came and went quickly. She wanted to go home after walking less than a few hundred meters, saying that she was not used to this walking posture and was too tired.

Hastur called a carriage to take Sharron and Azshara back.

It was more than ten o'clock in the evening. Azshara had played enough and was ready to rest. She glanced back and forth at Sharon and Hastur and proposed to sleep with them at night.

Hastur did not say anything to refuse. Sharon glanced at him and said that she would rest in the mirror at night.

Azshara, who was very understanding of her master's feelings, immediately began to pester Sharon and act cute and coquettish.

When Sharon was almost unable to resist, Hastur spoke to Sharon and said that he had something to deal with at night, so Sharon and Azshara went to bed first.

"Okay."

Azshara lowered her head and followed Sharon back to the room.

Before leaving, Sharon looked at Hastur in surprise.

"Huh, it feels really strange."

Hastur came to the study alone and began to think about how to get along with Azshara next.

After seeing Azshara's catwoman form, he felt that the original little black cat was more natural and accustomed.

At least when he was bored, he could hold Azshara in his arms and tease her gently.

Now, familiar and strange.

It's also interesting to raise her as a daughter, which is considered to be an early experience of being a parent.

Fortunately, Sharon is there to help him take care of Azshara.

Thinking of Sharon, Hastur's expression softened a little, and he whispered, "We can find time to bring Azshara with us to give Teacher Sharon a little shock."

A week later, Azshara gradually learned the life of humans. Except for the fact that she needed someone to serve her when she was dressing up, she had learned almost everything else. As for walking, she didn't learn from Sharon, but walked more like Audrey's elegant steps.

I guess she learned it secretly before.