"I just want to check up on my master, she's sick so I'm worried. Veo, as a fellow attendant you understand me, right?"
Zoemi decided to play a bit dirty and asked, approaching the older girl, grabbing her hands, and lowering his head to look up at her face.
"...a.... umm... a... I... a...I... umm... W-well, yes... I... I-I do know what you mean..."
Veo's resolve crumbled down like a grass tent hit with a hurricane, and the girl started stuttering overwhelmed by the boy's 'new' appearance.
"B-but even so...!"
"...tsk..."
But just as Zoemi thought that he won the argument, Veo lowered her head so much that the black-haired boy could not look up at her while still standing up, and spoke in a more confident voice.
"Shouldn't your health be the most important for the moment...? You know that mistress is safe and under proper care so as an attendant you should focus on recovering as fast as possible to go back to serving your master as soon as possible – isn't that correct?"
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