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“The sighs are getting longer.”

“……”

“Haah…”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“……”

“Haaaah…!”

“Uh, um… Lady Irene, is something wrong?”

“…Just call me Irene, Levi. And no, nothing’s wrong.”

“O-Oh, I see.”

“But…! Haah! No, never mind….”

“……”

…No matter how you looked at it, she was practically begging for attention.

It wasn’t just that she was sighing loudly for no reason—she kept throwing burdensome glances as if pleading for someone to ask what was wrong.

It was only natural for beads of cold sweat to form on Levi’s forehead.

“Poor Levi… she’s finally been caught in that snare….”

“Why is she doing this in the swordsmanship training grounds of all places?”

“She probably just wants someone to talk to.”

“But why here? If she went to the magic department, she’d find plenty of people eager to talk to her.”

“The magic department is full of fanatics who practically worship Lady Irene. Apparently, that makes them too overwhelming for her.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Hm? Wait, how do you even know that?”

“…Because I got caught once and had to listen to her for five hours straight.”

“…So you’ve suffered too.”

When she first entered the academy, Irene Windler had been the object of admiration for the students in the swordsmanship department.

Being the daughter of a duke was impressive enough, but Irene Windler herself had an almost otherworldly charm that matched her noble lineage.

A fairy-like beauty with a bright, refreshing voice.