The light of Stars and Silver Moon streamed in through the skylight, combined with the flames of the fireplace, making the room quite bright.
The two people facing each other in the Principal's Office chair briefly paused their conversation.
"You were unique to begin with."
Lanchi gazed at her and replied without changing expression.
"..."
Sigrid stared at Lanchi for a while. Hearing his utterly sincere words, her cheeks gradually flushed. She turned her eyes away, no longer daring to meet his gaze.
After all this time.
They were more like words spoken without thought.
His eyes were sincere and deadly.
"Hmph. I'll let you off this time."
Sigrid muttered sulkily.
What Lanchi meant was that she didn't need to compare herself with any other woman.
He was truly sly. Whenever he was asked about other women, he never mentioned them at all, saying only what she wanted to hear.
Sigrid couldn't tell whether Lanchi was as flawless as a wall or whether he was genuinely pure to the point of returning to simplicity.
She had originally wanted to ask Lanchi whether he liked her or Hughberlian more—a question with no good answer.
But it seemed he had anticipated everything.
"When I get the chance, I'll go meet Miss Talia again. I have to thank her in person for taking care of my Holy Son for so long and for cultivating such a talent."
Sigrid spoke with the air of a victor, unconcerned.
"Wait, she's not as simple as you think..."
Lanchi suddenly realized how complicated the matter was.
Just thinking about how Sigrid and Talia had treated each other as virtual mother and daughter over the past dozen days, Lanchi couldn't imagine what would happen when the two of them met after shedding their disguises.
Sigrid's "Mom" from earlier