She could not understand why Jeanne d'Arc (Lily) could laugh so happily. Even Lianye was the same. What was there to care about regarding the sea? And what was so funny about riding on someone's shoulders? She did not understand any of it.
What a child, that "me."
The girl's lips curved into an arc even higher than a smile, her expression filled with utter scorn and disdain. After thinking it over, she could only conclude that Jeanne d'Arc (Lily) was still immature, and she mercilessly looked down on that "self" of hers. Yet Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), who could practically be called an Artificial Idiot, had not realized at all that she was hardly any more mature than Lily. Strictly speaking, it would not have been wrong to say she was even younger than Jeanne d'Arc (Lily).
Though she would never admit it aloud, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) was actually rather envious of Lily-chan for being able to do that. But precisely because she could not and would not admit it, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) employed a little spiritual self-victory, criticizing that tiny "self" of hers first without further discussion.
What would happen if she made such an intimate gesture too? If she asked Lianye, he definitely would not refuse, right?
Even as she was "disdaining" them, this sort of "strange thought"—one that would make her despise herself—suddenly flashed through Jeanne d'Arc (Alter)'s mind. However, a tsundere, sharp-tongued witch could not be understood merely from her outward behavior.
How could that be? I'm not some little brat like Lily who doesn't understand anything.
As Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) thought about it, her cheeks turned bright red on their own. Then she shook her head furiously like a rattle drum, trying to drive those strange thoughts out of her mind.
"What's wrong? Do you