"Are you two sober now?" Estelle questioned, sipping her cup of fragrant chamomile tea.
She deserved it, especially after she single-handedly prevented the destruction of her home.
Single-handedly. Heine didn't do jack shit, he just stood there and watched.
"...Yes," Minerva replied.
"Minerva, I appreciate you trying your hardest to come to my birthday, but I didn't ask for you to bring a... maniac with you,"
"Maybe that's her birthday present for you," Heine said in a snarky tone.
Estelle sent him a displeased glare.
Sighing, her line of sight turned to the half-elf Yulia Eire.
Yulia was staring at Estelle with all her might. It was as if she treated Estelle as an object of observation.
