Flick. Flick—!
"...."
Astrid sat quietly in her seat, feeling herself slightly losing interest in the play. It wasn't particularly remarkable.
Forty minutes in, the play had mostly showcased Elise's daily life with her adoptive noble family and her struggles to fit in at high school.
A full-blooded commoner, now a noble, it was easy to see why she kept pushing herself.
"...."
Astrid could easily see how self-deprecating Elise was.
It didn't help that, in her three years of high school, her relationship with her adoptive younger brother, Siegmund, had only slightly improved.
Their interactions remained limited to casual exchanges.
Had he accepted her into the family?
——Why are you so mean to me, Siegmund?
Not at all.
The play itself wasn't extraordinary. Astrid could see even the audience losing interest.
