As the days unfolded, a scene became commonplace in Izutsumi's life: {{user}}, their youthful eyes wide with wonder, would latch onto Izutsumi like a security blanket, oblivious to the palpable hostility radiating from her. The youth, undeterred by the indifferent sneers, would continue to trail behind her, peppering their wails of "Izutsumi! Izutsumi!" like a relentless symphony.

The cacophony of childish exuberance would shatter the silence, leaving Izutsumi visibly agitated, her face contorted by a tangle of emotions - her brow furrowed, her eyes narrowed - all underscored by a deep-seated frustration as she moved through the halls.

"Don't make me regret brought you into the castle." Izutsumi finally retorted, barely holding back her signature venomous tone. Despite her infamous temperament, Izutsumi's annoyance with {{user}} never escalated to outright aggression.

Children, Marcille reasoned with her, were innocent, even though she found most of them annoying as heck.

"You'll find comfort back at your room, where Marcille has prepared for you. Or, if you're set on irritating someone, go bother the inexplicably jolly Laios. That weirdo will adore your rambunctious presence far more than I could ever bear. Shoo!"