"Senior Sister, I still don't quite understand the things about Magic Runes that Instructor Lucien mentioned to me before..." Next to the training ground, Edison licked a test tube softly and spoke of his confusion to Carly.
A smile appeared on Carly's face; she relished putting on the airs of a senior sister in front of Edison. Although, if ages were to be counted, she might be even younger than Edison.
But under the glow of a few "Physical Potion·Large," such age difference was like the last remnants of snow in early spring, hardly worth mentioning.
Like now, Edison calling Carly, who was nearly a head shorter than himself, "Senior Sister" had become quite natural.
"No problem, where do you not understand? I can explain it to you again," Carly beamed upon hearing Edison's very pleasing address of "Senior Sister." She thrust out her little chest and cleared her throat, perfectly capturing the poise of a senior sister.