"Forgive her. She never learns," Minerva frowned in distaste. Estelle was someone she had known ever since the former was born. Even though it was only five years out of the indefinite amount of years she had lived through, she had already considered Estelle as a close kin.
"No, I can't say that I don't understand her. It's just that the way she presents herself is a bit too much," Estelle shook Minerva off. The feeling of her close ones apologizing for something out of their control, especially when the one receiving the apology was herself bothered her.
"...I also have something to do," Heine interjected, his face crumpling up for unknown reasons.
"Is that so? Then, what about Minerva?" Estelle inquired.
"Ao! I'm already free from my sister's clutches, aren't you going to bring me with you?"
"I... have to endure harsh tribulations under the pretense of a 'punishment'... Minerva, I don't want to get you involved,"
"Huuh? What's this about?!"
