They've exhausted themselves and so the room is peaceful for a while. We are doing our own things. Nelia is grooming the cat on her lap as she talk about how annoying school is. Bobo is cleaning the floor for the fifth time today-she's such a perfectionist. And Remelia, you guess it, is asleep on the couch, mumbling about world damnation with drool falling on the edge of her lips. So much for a Queen figure.
Ayane? She's long gone out from this room. Remelia was insisting her to stay much longer but the sneezes grossed her out, so they let her off—for today!.
The grandmaster clock whisper to my eyes—three more hours to go. I have to go home early today. My sister will be waiting. Alive or dead.
My head throws off the thought.
It's fine. She's still my little sister. The blood of exorcists stained her body, so she can protect herself. She wouldn't like me worrying about her, after all. So it's fine.
