Her eyes grew wider and wider.
Her little mouth opened into an O shape as well.
"Did I just..."
"Did you just?"
"See a ghost?!" March 7th clutched her head and let out an incredulous cry. "Lianqiu, you actually thought of asking This Young Lady for advice!?"
"Shouldn't you be asking Himeko or Uncle Yang? Or, at the very least, Dan Heng and the others?"
"Looks like you have a very clear understanding of your role as the team's everyday lucky mascot."
Jiang Lianqiu smiled as he stroked March 7th's fluffy head.
Rosalyn, Arlecchino, and even the two Moon Gods beside them could not help but laugh.
Even from their brief time together, they had more or less figured out March 7th's personality.
This girl was adorably foolish, carefree all day long, and clearly the sort of person who could not hold onto worries in her heart. Her thoughts were exceptionally simple. However, I wasn't joking this time.
After laughing, Jiang Lianqiu put on a serious expression again.
"Although you're unfocused all day, look completely unreliable, and have a rather silly brain—and the only time you're probably reliable is when Changye Yue takes over—but I know you're a good girl... Ahem, I mean, March, if you really put your mind to it, you can still surprise people."
"Are you... complimenting This Young Lady?"
March 7th was thoroughly confused.
She scratched her head, then scratched it again.
"Why do I feel like that wasn't a compliment?"
"...Ugh, forget it, I won't think about it anymore. Ask away! Whatever the question is, I'll think it over seriously before answering!"
March 7th's momentary inner conflict lasted only an instant before she habitually tossed it to the back of her mind again.
She patted her full chest until it bounced lightly, raised her chin