When Zoemi in his past life was experiencing that world as a game, Miriette on the screen was throwing that kind of tantrum at least two times per route.
And yet, since he reincarnated, he only saw her that mad only on three other occasions.
The first time was when she caught her father fooling around with a maid.
The second time was when she caught him and Horeo peeking on the maids in the bath...
And the third time when Grazio tried to challenge him for a duel after the magical examination.
This time around the air wasn't boiling from the overwhelming might of the dark-haired girl's spell but the aura surrounding her wasn't any less intimidating than during those other times.
"..."
"WELL!?!?"
The black-haired boy's hesitation made Miriette even angrier - if that was even possible...
"Miriette. I'm sorry for not noticing your feelings."
Zoemi straightened his back and looked her in the eyes.
"That's it!?"
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