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"Just applying medicine after all that setup we did for her!"
"Tch tch, hasn't our Little Medusa always been like this?"
Off to the side, Stheno, the eldest sister, sat on the wall with her fragrant cheeks propped up in her hands, her pale feet swinging in the air, and a slight downturn at the corners of her mouth, a hint of displeasure twinkling in her eyes.
It was the disappointment of not getting the entertaining show they had hoped for, unable to revel in the fun.
As the sister who had watched her siblings grow up, no one knew better than her Medusa's inherent pessimism and timidity.
A textbook case of standing still but moving backwards.
The second sister, Euryale, picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth to chew, her face synchronously taking on an extra dose of mischief.
"Giggle, it's understandable, this child has indeed grown much stronger, but her nature hasn't changed a bit, never proactive or confident enough."
