March 7th rolled her eyes at Jiang Lianqiu. "Back then, Lianqiu, you were on the Earth in Kiana's hometown, who knows what you were doing."
So it was something that happened back then?
"I more or less understand." After listening to March 7th's explanation, Jiang Lianqiu had a guess. "While you were collecting the memories left behind by those dragons, you probably got some information markers on yourself. As a result, the satellite cannon mistakenly identified you as a dragon."
"So it really was this young lady who caused the trouble?"
March 7th hugged her head and squatted on the ground.
Beside her, Sannada desperately held back her laughter, her shoulders trembling.
"...Sannada."
The laughter stopped instantly.
"You seem to be having a lot of fun?"
Sannada's eyelashes began to tremble again.
"Big Brother, look, this is what happened—um... actually... us sisters finally managed to decorate the moon so beautifully... and then... um..."
She took half a step forward and gestured with both hands, trying to explain herself, only to futilely trace one guilty arc after another in front of her with her fingers.
"So," Jiang Lianqiu summed up for her, "you're saying it wasn't your fault."
"Yes, yes, yes, it wasn't my fault!"
"...It was your fault."
"Yes, yes, yes, it was my fault!"
The lunar glow illuminated Sannada's expression—one that seemed to say, "As long as I admit my mistake fast enough, you won't be able to keep scolding me"—in perfect detail.
Jiang Lianqiu looked at her, then at March 7th beside her, whose complexion had yet to recover, and finally sighed softly.
"Next time, don't—"
His words abruptly cut off.
He lowered his head.
At some point, Columbia had floated over from the side and was now standing solemnly beside March 7th and Sannada.
Her bare