A stern voice rebuked the wayward sword saint. The dignity and elegance in her voice echoed in the hall. "Tsugumi, Sit down. That is no way to behave as a lady of the Musashi."
"But Raylene-Nee-sama! How can you all be so relaxed?! It's the Prince! The shit we have done is enough to get us executed. How can Nii-sama sit and eat bacon with him?!"
"Tsugumi-chan, remember who Hiro-sama is. If we were in any danger he would be the first to attack. I know it is hard to understand but please sit down and enjoy your meal."
Kind but firm words from Vanessa disarmed the Sister of the Mitsurugi. Reluctantly she sat back down and unhappily started stabbing her food.
Tsugumi then felt a hand softly rubbing her head. "Imouto. Thank you. Will explain later. For now, bear it okay?" The pink-haired woman then took some toast, added jam to it, and placed it on her plate.
