(゜▽^*) Because you're not right in the head, you're bound to pass!
"Because Frieren said so—"
╭(′ o′)╭
She pointed at a certain elf beside her, who seemed completely uninvolved.
"That old woman in there, Serie, isn't quite right in the head."
(*^▽^*)
She paused, then looked at Übel. After sizing her up for a moment, she added:
"And she's definitely fond of people like you, who aren't quite right in the head either, right?"
(゜▽^*)
Annie looked perfectly composed, as if she were stating the simplest fact in the world. At the end, she even playfully winked at Übel.
"..."
At that last remark, the smile on Übel's face froze completely, and her expression turned quite something.
It was as if someone had shoved something indescribable into her mouth. She couldn't quite swallow it, but couldn't spit it out, either.
Her expression shifted from one thing to another, turning pale and then green. In the end, all her feelings melted into a disgruntled little snort and a haughty reply:
"Hmph!"
"Then..."
"I'll take that as a good omen?"
After saying that, she gave Annie a long look. Rather than make a fool of herself any further, she turned and walked to the other end of the corridor, where she leaned against the wall alone and closed her eyes to rest.
But the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth showed that she wasn't exactly at peace. Whether she was pleased, annoyed, or embarrassed, only she knew.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
After Übel's interruption, the corridor fell quiet for a while.
A lot of people had just heard her conversation with Annie. Some of them, especially those who didn't know Annie well, definitely didn't believe what she'd said. Others, though, were a little uncertain—Dumbledore and his companions, for