"M'lady Countess~ Hehe." Mia poked her head in through the door of the sound control room, then pulled Irene inside with a giggle.
"Your Highness Ron." Irene greeted him with a curtsy.
Ron returned the greeting, then glanced at Mia. "The competition's about to start. You still had time to come over here?"
"My match isn't until three in the afternoon. It's still early." Mia happily sat down in a chair, then looked at Nora with curiosity. "You're about to become a countess, Nora. How do you feel?"
The moment she heard the title "Countess," Viscountess's Rise Diary immediately popped into Nora's mind. Her little face flushed red like an evening sunset, and she stammered without managing to say a word.
Ron couldn't help laughing as he glanced at the silly little darling beside him, then reached out and gave Mia a knock on the head.
"Ow!" Mia covered her aching head, looking utterly wronged. "Brother Ron, you're bullying me!"
"Oh? Do you want me to find you another instructor?" Ron asked with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
Mia's expression changed drastically at once. She hurriedly rose from her chair, jogged behind Nora, and respectfully pressed Nora down into the chair beside Ron. Then she began kneading their shoulders and pounding their backs for her two benefactors, fawning all the while.
"Is this pressure okay?"
"Does this spot feel good? Tell me wherever you feel sore, okay~"
Sitting across from them, Irene covered her mouth as she laughed softly. Watching busy little Mia, she thought that only Prince Ron could keep Princess Mia in line.
While enjoying his little sister's massage, Ron also sighed inwardly.
Soven was practically a strategic-grade weapon. He hadn't even brought out the real thing—just his name alone was enough to make enemies flee