It didn't seem very appropriate to lose her temper in this situation, did it?
March 7th thought about it, then nodded kindly and flashed a cute smile. "Okay, Sister Yelena."
Seeing this, Yelena smiled as well and spoke to her lightly. Her eyes were truly blue, like the depths of the ocean or a clear sky.
"Likewise, Little Miss March 7th."
Little Miss...
Was that some strange dialectal verbal tic?
It sounded a little odd, but it didn't seem bad either.
"If it's praise, then I'll gladly accept it."
March 7th accepted the remark generously, then hurriedly turned to look at Stelle, clearly signaling for her to be friendlier too.
Socializing was only fun when both sides were enthusiastic.
Keeping a sour face all day and irritating passersby until someone beat you up was hardly uncommon.
Yet at her prompting, Stelle's body suddenly took a large step backward on its own.
?
March 7th froze. She didn't quite understand Stelle's reaction.
"What are you—"
Before she could finish, Stelle's words were already out. "She's dangerous."
Stelle stared at Sister Yelena as if facing a formidable enemy. She seemed to think March 7th was an idiot, then turned back and spoke.
"Ms. Yelena has a masculine aggressiveness mixed with feminine warmth. She's like a ferocious beast that makes people grow accustomed to her, even dependent on her."
Ah... what kind of assessment was that?
March 7th's expression immediately turned displeased.
Why did it sound like Sister Yelena might eat everyone? Stelle was far too bad at socializing.
Even if she really sensed something wrong, she couldn't say it to her face.
"It's not good to start off by using some baffling metaphor to describe someone."
She put her hands on her hips, putting on a fierce demeanor toward Stelle. Then she