Bronya even felt that, among the female members of the Mechanical Tide band, she was the most neglected.
Perhaps it was because of her personality. Aunt Serval and Miss Pela were both relatively warm and proactive, while even when she mustered her courage, she still felt like an outsider, an unnoticed presence hiding in a corner.
"Oh? Is that really so... How strange..."
"That Serval... I never did see what was so particularly charming about her."
"Bronya, as Commander of the Silvermane Guards, analyzing intelligence and devising strategies are also your strengths. Why don't you tell me where the key issue lies in this matter?"
Resting her cheek on her right hand with her left arm folded across her chest, her full breasts quivering beneath her executive gown, Cocolia raised an eyebrow slightly. A thoughtful look appeared on her exquisitely beautiful, cool face.
"Well... um... Let me think."
"C-could it be because of her figure? Whatever else, if we're comparing that sort of thing, that woman Serval should have more of an advantage than I do, right?"
Stammering a little, Bronya felt her cheeks beginning to flush and burn.
Talking about these things in front of Mother felt incredibly embarrassing. After all, she was just an innocent, clueless girl. What would she know about such things as men's interests?
Still, Bronya was not making things up. Though she was merely an unnoticed presence hiding in a corner, her eyes had never left Mr. Lin Feng. She had sensed that his attention seemed to fall on Aunt Serval's chest quite often.
Of course, she could not possibly be stupid enough to think Mr. Lin Feng was admiring Aunt Serval's color-blocked, patchwork style of dress.
What else could he be looking at? Wasn't it simply because they were big? Whatever else, Aunt