"Claude?" Freymia stared at Alice, her pointed ears visibly turning red.
"Yes." Alice nodded.
"Claude Modena?" Freymia asked again, excited and shy.
"Yes." Alice nodded again.
"Twilight Bishop?!" Freymia asked almost in a scream, her cheeks already flushed. The inherent elegance and beauty of the elf made this scene very pleasing to the eye.
"That's right." Alice frowned, murmuring to herself, "Why do I feel like I've seen this scene somewhere before?"
Why do they all distrust Claude's return?
"He he he he... No way." Freymia's speech became a bit stuttered, her beautiful eyes blinking repeatedly, trying to detect any lies in Alice's words and expressions.
Of course, Freymia was very much looking forward to Claude's return.
But not at this moment, when she just expressed her love for Claude to Alice!
Ahhhh!
Freymia covered her face with both hands, the dignified Elf Empress completely ignoring her own poise, squatting down.
"What did I just say!"
