"That must have been hard."
She comforted her, then noticed Miss Yelena turning her gaze toward Stelle.
"That's also why you suddenly came looking for me, isn't it? You wanted to find traces of your past."
"Ah... you got close to Sister Yelena for that reason?"
Russell smiled as he spoke, making March 7th's eyes widen into round circles.
Stelle wanted to recover traces of her past?
"Why else?"
Stelle looked at March 7th with a baffled expression. "Did you think I had the same ideas as you?"
Obviously, she was looking down on something.
March 7th: "..."
For a moment, she was actually at a loss for words. She wanted to get angry, but she seemed to lack a reason, so she could only sit there.
"Don't spread rumors, Stelle."
Yelena reached out and gently rubbed her hand, easing March 7th's heart slightly.
Stelle was such a jerk.
How could she spread rumors like that?
She wasn't considerate at all like Yelena.
March 7th rarely showed her a somewhat hostile expression.
But Stelle paid no attention to that. Instead, she unusually turned serious and said:
"Sister Yelena, you weren't actually using a charm-type skill at all, were you?"
March 7th: ?!!
What was that supposed to mean? When Sister Yelena recited poetry, wasn't she using charm?
Her entire expression went blank.
No, then how was she supposed to explain being charmed?
"Th-That can't be right."
She began to speak incoherently.
She looked at Stelle, and the girl's face no longer carried her usual monkey-like expression as she said:
"If it were charm, then the affected range should have included Sister Cecilia and me. In fact, it did. But all I felt was warmth, along with some memories..."
"In those memories, there was someone wonderful, but her figure was completely