Gowther sat up, surrounded by curious goats, and looked around. One of the goats nipped at his hair absentmindedly. "The Captain has left," he said, pushing himself to his feet and climbing back up on the table.

"Brothers," he said calmly, looking out at the goats and gesturing to them with his arms, "We have won the battle, but not the war."

He reached out and pulled one goat in close, staring into its eyes. "Do not worry," he said, "I will not abandon you."

He then dramatically let go of the goat, flinging his arms out wide. The goat, looking somewhat anxious, backed away before rejoining the rest of the herd.

Elizabeth walked down the stairs, a sniffling Hawk hiding behind her. She looked out at the goats, and then at Gowther. "Um. Good morning, Sir Gowther," she said, giving a little wave.

Gowther looked up and waved both his hands in return. "Good morning, Elizabeth."

The princess clasped her hands together. "Sir Hawk told me he was being replaced," she said, a concerned frown on her face, "Is this true?"

"He is just jealous of my new family," Gowther replied, "I don't think I've introduced you, yet."

He looked out at all the goats. "My brethren," he said, addressing the goats, "I would like you all to meet Princess Elizabeth."

If the goats understood him, they showed no sign of it. One goat, however, got curious and ambled up to the girl, letting out a long, drawn out bleat. Elizabeth smiled and bent down, patting the goat on the head. "Why hello there, Sir Goat," she said, "It's nice to meet you, too."

The goat bleated again happily and nuzzled Elizabeth's hand.

"Not you too, Elizabeth!" Hawk cried.

Elizabeth turned back to face the pig. "Don't worry, Sir Hawk," she said with a reassuring smile, "I don't think Sir Gowther is trying to replace you."

Hawk sniffled. "Buh—but my leftovers…"

"I'm sure there will be enough leftovers to go around," Elizabeth replied.

"Pugohhh! With this many goats!?" Hawk said, "I'd be lucky to get a single scrap!"

"Do not worry, pig," said Gowther with a tilt of the head, "My family does not eat scraps. I will feed them only the finest grazing materials."

"Oh," said Hawk, "I…I guess that's okay then."

"Everyone gets along now," Gowther said, waving his hands back and forth very fast, "Hooray."

"Isn't that wonderful, Sir Hawk?" said Elizabeth, "You're not being replaced after all!"

"Yeah!" Hawk said, making a happy snort, "And I don't even have to share my leftovers!"

"Still," Elizabeth said, looking back towards Gowther, "I am a little surprised Sir Meliodas is letting you keep all these goats in his bar."

"He's not," Gowther replied.

"Oh," said Elizabeth, her eyes widening a bit, "That's. Um. That could be a problem, don't you think?"

Gowther adjusted his glasses. "He will understand. I will make him understand."

"That doesn't sound good," muttered Hawk.

"Oh, Sir Gowther, I hope you won't do anything drastic," Elizabeth said quietly, "You and Sir Meliodas are friends, aren't you?"

"You should get ready for work," Gowther replied, not bothering to answer the question.

Elizabeth looked down and blushed bright red when she realized she was still wearing a long pink nightgown. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "You're right! I certainly can't greet customers in this, can I?"

With that, she rushed upstairs to get into her uniform.

Hawk snorted and looked up towards Gowther. "I'm watching you, Glasses Man," he said, giving Gowther a suspicious look before trotting back up the stairs.