Listening to her younger brother's cold, rational analysis, Hillyl's flushed cheeks gradually paled.
Olbins's words had struck at a fact she had instinctively been avoiding all along.
Anvis's surname was very likely Olivenndi! That ancient noble house that stood above all others and had ruled all of Carlas Province for thousands of years! Compared with them, the difference in status was as vast as that between stars in the heavens and Leidson Ants on fallen leaves.
Olbins did not stop because of the girl's reaction. Instead, he went a step further and directly uncovered the key point Hillyl had been desperately avoiding.
"Someone like him has dined with us every night for several days, even turning down other people's invitations for it. Sis, do you really naively believe that such actions of his carried no purpose at all?"
"But... but if Anvis has such a background, what could he possibly want from us?"
The girl's body swayed slightly. Her fingers unconsciously twisted around her hair as she murmured helplessly.
"Even now, are you still choosing to avoid it, my dear sister? What exactly did we rely on to become new students of Pamir Academy?"
A direct hit—
The final layer of paper was torn away. The girl instinctively took two steps back, her face turning pale.
Then, like a drowning person struggling desperately to seize a lifeline, she hesitantly spoke.
"Then... could it be that he really just wants to be friends with us?"
Olbins hesitated, wanting to say something, but then he noticed the pleading look in the girl's eyes.
In the end, he merely sighed softly and said nothing more.
How could a Crystal Bird soaring through the boundless sky in the biting wind stop for a gray cloud finch on a branch? That was precisely the principle