"Alright, let's get over this whole mess once again..."
The tall red-haired freckled nineteen-year-old girl with an upturned nose and evil look in her eyes massaged her forehead and leaned back in her chair.
"How this could even happen? Ah, thank you, Carambola."
She added, putting her hand down and adjusting her position when a silver-haired gentleman came over and left two cups of honey tea in front of her and her conversation partner.
"Drink it while it's hot, Mrs, the honey of the fire bees loses its rejuvenating properties once it gets too cold."
The old butler smiled softly and nodded to the girl, kind of ignoring the other person, before backing off next to the door as if guarding the room against any unwanted visitors.
...actually, there was no 'as if' about his behavior because he was actually guarding the door, as his body was already releasing a white light of the readied skills...
