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Recalling the difference in their strength, Noelle soon realized that her thoughts were absurd.
Anyway, Emilia couldn't possibly overwhelm her physically, and Noelle believed she knew the girl well enough to get a good feel of her character. Her little boss would only use the strength of other people against those she considered as her enemies.
After a while, the gray-haired girl cleared her throat awkwardly. "T-That's a lot of confidence for a little girl, huh. But… even if you're confident, what if it were impossible? What would you do then… cry?"
Emilia seemed to seriously consider her words, her beautiful brows furrowed in thought. Having expected her to immediately scoff and retort overconfidently, Noelle couldn't help but find it a little adorable, but soon shook off that thought.
