"Aaaaaah! So that's why you don't drink alcohol–and that's also why you said Sir Wolf is a good father?!" Penelope Zircon clapped her hands once, coming to a realization, breaking the silence that followed the announcement.
Harriet turned to Penelope, the dark blonde girl who had just called out to her. Hearing this, Harriet laughed amusedly.
"Penny." Harriet put her finger to her lips, reminding Penelope that information about the club members' real identities must be kept confidential.
Penelope gasped and put her hands together in apology.
PRANG!
Again, the belated reaction of another of Harriet's friends was heard. The champagne glass in Arai's hand finally slipped away from her frozen fingers in the air. Arai's eyes were still empty, and her mouth was wide open.
"Harri is… pregnant…?"
"Ah," Penelope nudged Arai's still stiff shoulder and blinked a few times. "Control yourself, it's the Emperor's birthday party!" she whispered.
