Sabrina and I had a short discussion about her 'niece' and although I was ready to let it go, even deal with it at later tis with the sa stance, She was surprisingly insistent.
"She's persistent…and awkward. It's better for us to nip the problem in the bud rather than let it grow."
She was surprisingly…excited?
"Besides, it's better if she, of all people, knows about our relationship."
The bell rang, and we both exited the classroom and towards a café. She made a quick call on her communicator, along the way, I asked.
"I get it if she thinks this relationship is bad or sothing… But does that warrant a death stare?"
I was genuinely curious. If I am understanding this right, Sabrina's niece probably thinks of as unsuitable, or a bad match for her aunt. This is sothing that happens in the most normal families, so a rich family with as much history as theirs would surely have objections…
But my main concern was, I understand a gaze of contempt and even hate… But isn't staring at like the only thing that would give you satisfaction in the world is ending ?
I believe, in my most humble of opinions…to be too harsh, even for her stereotypical family.
"She…"
Sabrina hesitated, biting her lips and said to with an aura of…fear?
"She is strange."
"Strange…as in?"
I inquired. What kind of 'strangeness' is this that even this girl is a little bit afraid to ntion.
One of the few
"She's one of the few girls in our family, so naturally…we developed a bond with one another. I was her only friend and I treated her like a sister I never had… This led her to depend on too much."
That's it? That isn't what I was expecting. I was expecting so more depth to this relationship, but this is surprisingly normal. It's only natural for sothing like this to happen, where two girls in a family bond together, treating each other as sisters.
'Now I get it.'
I naively thought, thinking that this was just 'a younger sister' pissed that her 'older sister' got a boyfriend and now, it all seems a little simpler. Although the reaction to that information was perhaps a tad bit exaggerated.
"That's normal enough."
I mused, but it seed Sabrina wasn't done.
"She…is far from normal."
The tone of her voice was different, displaying discomfort, and reluctance. All of this intrigued , and instead of getting angry at her niece, I was amused. I never saw this side of hers before at all!
"Anyway!"
Before I could say sothing, she looked at with utter ferocity and exclaid.
"Just go with what I say!"
I quietly nodded my head, wanting to see what she was planning to do. I kept checking the progress of the raid at regular intervals as well. So I wouldn't miss anything.
As we were making our way towards the café, I noticed a limping first year boy looking at whilst he walked past.
'... He seems familiar.'
I thought, and did my best to recall, as he turned his gaze away and hurried past us, quickly going out from view.
I…have seen that face before, not in person but rather on a piece of paper…
"Ah!"
'He was there on the list of bright prospects of Twilight…'
I only roughly rembered his face, but it matched with what I saw on the paper… My only question was why was he limping? Did he perhaps lose a fight with an opponent during the physical training class? Or just a duel?
I looked back for a mont… Using dragon eyes to track him down. The direction he is heading in isn't towards the infirmary, but rather the dorm buildings…
I also saw sothing else, bruises on his body. But these bruises were all on places he would be ashad to show, or wouldn't normally be seen. None of them were on his face, neck or hands… But rather his thighs, chest and stomach.
Ah, that's it.
I recognized those bruises and guessed what was happening to him. How did I get it so fast? Alexander was the sa, perhaps worse, than the boy. He's probably being bullied.
"Co on, We are here."
Sabrina said to , I followed her and entered the café.
'Well, whatever.'
I can't step in for a single person like I did with Alex now. Alex was simply…different and the circumstances were different.
We walked towards a table at the corner…where a green haired individual was sitting. The glare in her eyes?
Didn't lessen a single bit even though I was in front of her this ti. I like it.
*********
"Sister, I would appreciate it if you didn't bring this filth here."
Damn, from the get-go! She takes the lead with a voice filled with contempt and disgust, and eyes filled with bloodlust as I take my seat, particularly close to Sabrina.
The bloodlust in her eyes increases tenfold, and she is ready to open the vile cave that is her mouth once again, to utter curses with the speed that hungry monsters run out of a gate until…
"How are you doing, Catherine?"
However, like the entry of an S-ranked hunter, all those monsters (curses) and the bloodlust that perated the atmosphere that filled the citizens with dread has disappeared, like a ray of hope!
Catherine Wellington, Sabrina's dear niece, turns her head to look at her aunt, and this ti the look is filled with such love and adoration I wished Sabrina showed at least half of that towards outwardly. It would be the best gift in the world.
I am not lying, that girl's eyes are the perfect depictions of a heart. That red-pinkish one, which you see in cartoons.
I enjoyed the situation as I ordered a cup of mocha for , a latte for Sabrina and nothing for her. Catherine looked at , with the complete opposite gaze.
I chuckled, eagerly watching this all unfolds.
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