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For a moment, Noelle really couldn't figure out whether the younger girl was just making a joke earlier or actually being serious.
Regardless of which one of the two was true, the gray-haired girl couldn't help but frown. "I-I don't want revenge. I don't even have any enemies of my own, after all. Don't joke—"
Noelle didn't even realize how gloomy her face looked at the moment, but for Emilia, the older girl's expression only made her conjecture more firm.
But a conjecture was just that, a conjecture. Since Noelle refused to admit it, Emilia decided to put it aside in her heart and nodded generously. "Well, maybe I'm wrong then, sorry. As compensation… how about you let me know what your dream actually is, and I'll help you make it come true?"
Noelle had always considered Emilia to be incredibly stubborn, but seeing the girl take her statement at face value and apologize so sincerely… she couldn't help but be a little moved.
