“Indeed. You undid the belt perfectly, and your bow was flawless.”
“Oh my! Thank you very much!”
She instantly blushed at the compliments. That was more like her. I patted her head and nodded in satisfaction.
“You’ll be better than Noel in no time. Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said that out loud.”
There was a sudden crash behind us. Noel, who had been preparing lunch, had dropped what she was holding. She stared at us in shock as silence filled the room.
“I-It’s okay Big sis! I’m no good unless I’m with Sirius, so I can’t be a good servant around anyone else like you can!”
“H-Haha... right... You still can’t beat big sis... right?”
It was a sad sight—a woman in her 30s needed a child to console her. Classic Noelism.
“If only you weren’t such an airhead, you’d be perfect too.”
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