"...You're really incredible."
""?""
They had absolutely no awareness of how significant what they had done was. Hearing Cagalli Yula Athha speak with a bitter smile, Xia Ya, Jiliang, and Lacus Clyne all tilted their heads in confusion. The synchronized movement was, in a sense, quite a spectacle.
Xia Ya raised an eyebrow slightly, a trace of puzzlement appearing in his blue eyes while that trademark half-smile remained on his lips. Jiliang blinked, her amethyst-like eyes reflecting Cagalli Yula Athha's weary face, looking as lost as a stray kitten. Lacus Clyne merely tilted her head, her long pink hair slipping over her shoulder as she wore an innocent smile, as though silently asking, "What's so incredible?"
Seeing this, the bitter smile on Cagalli Yula Athha's face deepened—perhaps what was truly incredible was not what they had done, but their innocent lack of awareness of it. That innocence was infuriating, enviable, and above all deeply helpless. Of the three, one was a reincarnator—carrying countless pieces of wisdom and scars from his past life; one was a Super Coordinator—the finest product of genetic engineering, possessing abilities far beyond ordinary humans; and one was a songstress—the former chairman's daughter and now the leader of the Klein Faction.
Every one of them could be called one of the most outstanding people of this era, yet when it came to dealing with people, they were duller than children.
Or perhaps it was precisely because they were so exceptional in some ways that they were so clumsy in others? Cagalli Yula Athha did not know the answer. She only knew that she would probably have to worry about these three for a long time to come.
And so, their day passed.
During the two-month gap between the fierce battle at Mendel and the next shift in