Before long, everyone arrived near the satellite cannon.
March 7th and Sannada appeared beneath a towering control platform. One pink-haired head was spinning about amid the lunar dust, while the other, with red hair and red clothes, stood out sharply against the pale Lunar Surface—Sannada, the Goddess of Rainbow Moon, was staring up at the cannon as it charged. Her expression held fifty percent shock, thirty percent guilt, and twenty percent of that obvious look only sisters could catch after someone had caused trouble: "I'm pretending to seriously think of a solution, but my mind is completely blank."
"Sis!"
The moment Sannada saw Aelia, she cried out as though she had found a savior. Yet the next second, she shrank her neck at the sight of that unchanged gentle smile.
She knew all too well.
The gentler Aelia smiled, the more she ought to admit her mistake.
"Sannada."
The Goddess of the Constant Moon slowly stepped forward and cupped her younger sister's cheeks in both hands. Her thumb gently wiped away a small clump of lunar dust that had somehow gotten on the tip of Sannada's nose. The gesture was so considerate that it hardly seemed like she was about to scold her.
"The tea party had been going for less than an hour, and you already took a guest to mess with an ancient weapon."
"I-I... she was the one who—"
March 7th shook her head frantically beside her.
Sannada's expression froze. Then she sighed, her shoulders slumping.
"Fine, I was the one who started it."
She muttered softly, all her usual liveliness deflating before her sister like a punctured balloon.
"March 7th said she wanted to see what fun things there were on the moon. I thought those old antiques hadn't moved for thousands of years anyway. Who