"W-Welcome, Senior—ah! A-and Princess—no wait, I mean President—n-no, I mean S-senior Princess President—hnn??"
Snow chuckled softly behind me, her voice calm and graceful as always. "Fufu, please, just call me Snow if you so wish, Saintess."
"N-No, there's no way I can do that!" Emilia stammered, her face turning red all the way to her ears.
"But I'm giving you special consent," Snow said with that teasingly serene smile of hers. "So don't think too much about it. In exchange, please allow me to call you Emilia casually."
"E-Ehh… I… uh…" Emilia fidgeted on the spot, twisting her fingers together as she looked away. "I-I guess that's fine…"
"Yes," Snow said gently.
I couldn't help but smile at the sight.
As planned, after our short morning date, Snow and I made our way straight to Killian Hall and headed for Emilia's room.
Since both of them were already fairly acquainted, Emilia didn't have to pretend or hide her identity anymore.
