"Just the two of us?"
Stelle was stunned at first, then suddenly realized: Wouldn't this be safer?
When staying at home, he didn't even dare to drink the tea handed over by the two girls, afraid that after drinking it, he'd be... ahem. But if she went out strolling with Sunday, comparatively speaking, it would actually be safer.
"Decided—let's go! March, Firefly, I'll bring back something delicious for you when I return."
Stelle and Sunday left amid cheerful laughter and chatter, leaving behind the two girls with sullen faces.
What was the most despairing alliance? Probably this right now.
...
"Miss Stelle, please get in the car."
Outside a luxury business car, Sunday very gentlemanly opened the car door, helping Stelle up (though the latter just flopped straight onto the back seat).
Vroom—
The car started up and sped away.
March 7th poked her head out from behind the corner, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly: "Sunday's actions are a bit too proactive and intimate. Something's off."
Firefly poked her head out from behind the corner, her willow brows furrowing slightly: "And his gaze is very dangerous—somewhat similar to how he used to look at Gallagher. There's a problem."
Robin poked her head out from behind the corner, murmuring: "Brother sneaking out behind my back to find Miss Stelle? So suspicious."
March 7th & Firefly: "? Where did you come from?"
Robin: "Oh, I was just following my brother all the way here, and it happened that we ended up hiding in the same observation spot as you."
"You're stalking too?"
"What do you mean 'too'?" Robin's expression changed: "Could it be that you two also have designs on my brother? If that's the case, then let's have a fair duel right now..."
March 7th: "No, you misunderstood. What is Sunday even... ahem, I mean, I'm not familiar with him. I'm stalking my Stelle."
"So that's how it is?" Robin lowered her head, murmuring: "Looks like it's not my illusion after all, but... how exactly did she do it? So strange..."
"What are you saying?" Firefly asked, puzzled.
Robin: "You should have heard about it before, right? For some reason, my brother Sunday has no interest in women."
"But just these past couple of days, I've noticed he's seemed a bit different. He started investigating and paying attention to Miss Stelle, and today he even broke character to ask her out—this is too strange. I can't even understand it."
"What kind of methods did she use to make my brother see her differently after just a few brief encounters?"
March 7th shook her head: "How would we know? Now that they've left, it's not easy for us to follow."
She had also heard of that Dewlight Pavilion—it was a fifty-star luxury resort area, where only second-in-commands and above from various factions had the chance to enter. It was utterly unrealistic for them to follow brazenly.
And if they got caught stalking, it would upset A-Stelle, which would be bad.
"Stalk? No, there's no need."
Robin shook her head: "I had already considered the limitations of tracking, so out of habit, I placed three miniature camera bugs on my brother. No matter what they say or do, we'll know."
"..."
Seeing the two girls suddenly freeze without speaking, Robin paused and explained: "...This is just reasonable concern from a sister toward her brother. After all, a fledgling without the protection of power can easily perish young."
"You should understand, right?"
March 7th was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "...Why didn't I think of doing it this way before?"
Firefly: "Then let's not delay—how about we quickly listen to what they're talking about now?"
"Wait."
Robin took a step back: "The camera bugs are ones I placed, after all. If you want to listen, you can, but on the condition that we share intelligence."
March 7th: "Share intelligence? What do you want to know?"
Robin crossed her arms: "I want to understand your friend, that Miss Stelle. I need everything about her."
"I need to study carefully how she managed to change my brother with just a few chance meetings. If I can learn and make use of it, heh heh heh..."
March 7th and Firefly exchanged a glance: "Deal."
Ten minutes later.
In front of a computer, Robin solemnly clicked open a link. After connecting, a fair and healthy neck appeared on the screen.
Robin cleared her throat lightly: "This is the camera bug I placed on his collar—it's the position with the clearest audio. It's just that this spot is a bit remote, so it doesn't show much useful footage..."
Before she finished speaking, a soft little hand suddenly rushed into the frame and stroked the neck.
Everyone: ...
"Aaaaaah—"
Everyone let out a sharp, explosive screech in unison: "What?! What?! What are they doing?! Why isn't the protagonist of this me?!"
—"Uh... Miss Stelle, what are you doing?"
An awkward and puzzled voice from Sunday came through the screen.
—"Ah? Oh, I just saw a flying insect. Sorry about that."
Stelle's voice was clear and innocent, as always.
Hearing this, the three finally breathed a slight sigh of relief. Oh, so that's what it was—phew, good, good.
Robin shook her head vigorously, calming her emotions and forcing a smile: "Forget it, I'll switch to another feed..."
The screen switched, and a pair of fair long legs appeared in the frame—this was probably the camera on Sunday's lower body.
"These legs are Stelle's." March 7th said very certainly.
Based on the positioning in the frame, it wasn't hard to imagine that right now, Stelle and Sunday should be one in front of the other.
This kind of footage didn't last long. Suddenly, the legs belonging to Stelle in the frame left the ground, and the camera's owner also drew much closer.
The three: ???
What kind of cinematography is this? What are you two doing now?
—"Miss Stelle, although there's no one here, isn't doing this a bit inappropriate?"
—"Aiya~ Don't be so rigid. Life is all about finding some fun for yourself, after all. Just hold me steady."
—"Miss Stelle, don't move around."
Just as a certain two people were already preparing to launch themselves over, the screen shifted—turns out the two were standing in front of the railing of a fountain, with Stelle's entire upper body leaning out over the railing to catch the memetic bubbles in the fountain. (This references the fountain in the "Dreamscape Reverie Hotel.")
"Whew—"
Everyone let out another long sigh of relief. Sigh, it was their own thoughts that were the problem. Stelle (Sunday) was so pure—how could she suddenly do something like that? Hahaha...
—"Old Sunday, I suddenly have a bold idea."
At that moment, Stelle's voice rang out again, with a hint of seduction in her words: "Hehe, want to play an adult's game with me? Hm? It'll be super fun~"