"Off we go~?"
?*.?(^?^*)??*.
Annie sat on Tibbers's shoulder as they headed toward the arena.
Today, the top eight would be decided based on points. Annie hadn't watched the matches for the past two days, and Misaka and Tohsaka Rin had complained about it to her more times than she could count. So, under Hermione and Illya's supervision, she'd reluctantly decided not to go wandering off today. Instead, she'd watch the matches and cheer on her friends or students when the time was right—or taunt them and kick them while they were down.
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Tibbers strode ahead on its big, sturdy paws, carrying its troublesome and restless little mistress on its shoulder.
Her two pale legs swung back and forth in front of its chest.
Behind them, Hermione and Illya followed like a pair of supervisors.
The soldiers, guards, and members of the various races they passed along the way all stepped aside and respectfully greeted her.
Annie didn't pay them any attention. After a while, she suddenly leaned to one side on Tibbers's shoulder, turned around, and curiously called out to Hermione and Illya, who were walking side by side behind them:
"Hey!"
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"Illya, Hermione, you two have made up, right?"
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Annie was surprised to see Hermione and Illya walking together, even though faint bruises still marked their faces.
After all, they'd fought so fiercely that Annie had figured they'd give each other the cold shoulder for days, then have a few more fights before finally calming down.
"Exactly!"
"More or less?"
Hermione and Illya answered in unison.
But after they spoke, they exchanged surprised glances, then quickly turned their heads away from each other.
It wasn't surprising!
After all, Illya and Hermione shared a big bedroom. As the saying went, couples might fight at the