'Shoot! Debutante was mainly for the nobles. My sentence could imply that she was indeed noble. Should I come clean?'
"Ah, yes. I am the noble from Trumple."
"Did you say you have met the princess?" The magician was focusing on something else.
"... yes. I did. Years ago." She nodded, her hair bobbed together with her.
"Do you by any chance… remember her appearance?"
"Her appearance?" Elizabeth tilted her head and pressed the tip of her index finger on her cheek, thinking. "I do not particularly remember. I met her long ago and even during the debutante, she was consistently surrounded by her family members."
The magician watched Elizabeth in silence, exasperated. She frowned as if in deep thought and continued to stare at Elizabeth. She moved her lips but no words came out.
