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"Ahh… they started earlier than I expected!"
Noelle hummed as she got up to get ready for the fight, seemingly uncaring, but Emilia could practically feel the older girl's excitement radiating off of her.
The crimson-haired girl tilted her head curiously. 'Guess she's the type to enjoy inflicting punishment with her own two hands more than just watching her enemies suffer?'
She wasn't sure if her girlfriend's 'parents' were afraid of possibly being sabotaged by the elders or panicking because of the lack of action from the side of their supposed 'ally', but whatever the case may be, she didn't really mind as long as Noelle was having fun.
"Are you not going to get ready…?"
"Ah, right!"
Recalling how she was supposed to be the masked wife whom Noelle was trying to impress in the eyes of the Nightingale clan's elders, the crimson-haired beauty rushed to the wardrobe as well.
"Ready— whoa?!"
