"Who is this girl?"
Senia stood up again, and yes, she was angry again. Who is this girl? Did this man just say he didn't know her? Her? The Senia Azra? The Princess of Celestia?
She wondered for a second whether the guide did it just out of spite, but the genuine cluelessness in that annoyingly pretty face told her this man really had no idea who she was.
And that felt even worse.
"Ah, don't feel too bad," Radia said from his chair. "Luzein doesn't even remember your former boss's name. He just can't remember people he deemed insignificant."
Senia felt the tip of her fingers tremble. The only time she was deemed insignificant was in the past she had buried--along with her half-sisters.
Zein, who was walking toward the couch to take a seat there, asked nonchalantly. "So who is this?" he asked genuinely.
