But something felt off.
"White—I'm the big sister!"
"Mhm, mhm, mhm~" White smiled, then picked up her hot dog. "Want another one?"
"Um... but... you haven't eaten yet, White, have you?" Artoria asked.
"Mhm, then..." White took a small bite and sampled the flavor. "It really is delicious. But just tasting it is enough for me."
Unlike the big eater Artoria, for White, eating was more like leisure and entertainment. Sampling the taste was enough.
Though there were many people around, the benches nearby were empty.
The two sat on a bench, eating hot dogs while watching pigeons scramble for food.
"There are so many pigeons today," Artoria muttered.
"Maybe the pigeons like the beautiful scenery here too~" White watched the pigeons.
Florence naturally did not have this many pigeons.
White had hired them all as "extras."
Atmosphere! This was what atmosphere was all about!
In an ancient city, flocks of pigeons took flight. It was, of course, incredibly romantic.
Dong, dong, dong—
Warm sunlight spilled over them just as the clock tower began to chime.
The deep, resonant bells echoed over the square, startling a flock of pigeons into flight as white wings fluttered beneath the blue sky.
The two girls sat on the bench, raising their heads to watch the pigeons soar into the heavens.
—That was right. This was all for this moment.
White and Artoria sat side by side, taking in the scenery.
[Let's see how you clean this up later.]
Qingque really had to bring up the one thing she should not have.
Saying a little less would not kill her.
Wait.
I'm a main actor now, aren't I?
White remembered that she had the authority and benefits to look for a few roles herself.
And if her assistant acted in a production, she would