"All right, all right. Go get some rest early. If anything comes up, contact us immediately. We're all your subordinates, so don't forget our strength when it matters."
"Big Sis! What are you doing? Big Sis? Why didn't you seize the chance just now?"
The moment Claude left, Petrova could no longer hold back her complaints to Yelena. She looked as though she could not bear to see her fail to meet expectations, and the Snowbeasts wore the same expressions.
"While they were assigning accommodations just now, if you'd only taken the initiative, the general definitely would've agreed. Then, after spending two days with him, Big Sis could easily win him over with her charm, and then have eight children in one go..."
Bang!
Yelena's shy yet irritated punch knocked Big Bear, who had been spouting nonsense, flat onto the ground. Though the young caster girl seemed more skilled in Arts, she still possessed considerable strength.
"Stop saying such ridiculous things. We still have a mission."
She forcefully cut off the Snowbeasts' discussion, then started the vehicle and sped down the street at its highest permitted speed, completely failing to notice that she had already gone off course.
The Snowbeasts still looked regretful. They gathered together and began whispering about a new plan, seemingly determined to marry off their big sister.
Margaret looked over her armor and cloak. A long white garment paired with steel greaves and vambraces, while the cloak had been fashioned into the shape of wings, seemingly ready to spread and take flight with the breeze. Under the autumn sunlight, her golden hair and snow-white armor appeared to sparkle. She looked valiant and dashing, beautiful beyond mortal comparison.
"Big Sis, Big Sis, we've finished modifying this sword-lance. Not only does it have a retractable function