I was a perfect spy raised by the Pope.
To fulfill my mission of stealing the Craitan Duchy's heirloom, I took a shrinking potion to infiltrate the estate.

"Why are my hands so small? What's with my voice?! Ah! My pronunciation! Why am I so tiny?!"

Something went horribly wrong, and I turned into a five-year-old child.

If I fail the mission, only death awaits me.
To survive, I tried to do whatever I could in this five-year-old body, but—

"Lefonya Craitan. As of today, she will be my daughter."

I got adopted as the youngest daughter of the Duchy.
I suppose infiltration is still infiltration, right? Whew...

It seems the Duke adopted me as a substitute for his lost daughter.
Fine! I was planning on using them to find the heirloom anyway!
Since it's come to this, I might as well enjoy life at the Duchy to the fullest before I'm disowned.

That was definitely the plan, but...

"Ponya. From now on, treat even the smallest scratch immediately. That is a family rule."
"Fluffball, even if you snip the curtains with scissors, no one will scold you. This is your home, isn't it?"
"Ponya, my baby sister. I'll give our youngest whatever she wants for the rest of her life. Just keep smiling."

Why are these people being so nice to me when we aren't even related by blood?
I only infiltrated as an adopted child for the sake of my mission.
I shouldn't harbour useless expectations; I need to run away.

"You tamed me, so where do you think you're going? What do I care what the young lady's real identity is?"
"..."
"Just take me with you. I'll follow you anywhere."

My feet just won't move away.
Is it alright for me to be greedy for this?