Emilia wasn’t wrong when she described Lise: her blue, wavy hair reaches her waist, and she doesn’t look outstanding in any way, but I can tell just by looking at her that she’s a gentle soul.
"I’m pleased to meet you as well. Emilia probably mentioned me already, but I"m Sirius. "
"I"m Leus."
"I have indeed heard of your outstanding deeds more than once from her."
"Emilia always takes it a step too far, doesn’t she? If she ever bothers you, let me know."
"Oh, it’s fine! I really enjoy listening to her stories anyway. Hm? Were you perhaps in the middle of studying?"
"Eh? Oh, no, not really. I was almost finished reading this book anyway."
Just as I’m about to return the book to its shelf, she checks the title and tilts her head, confused.
"’The World"s Greatest Recipes?’"
"Cookin
