"Is that so, Myouji?"
Barbara looked at Myouji again.
"...Yes, we were just talking about grilled fish."
Upon hearing that, Myouji looked at Chelsea beside her. Seeing the faintly pleading look in her eyes, she nodded to Barbara.
"...Yay!"
Seeing Myouji cover for her, Chelsea could not help but smile.
Sure enough, Sister Myouji treated her the best!
Chelsea wrapped her arms around Myouji's waist from behind, poked her head out beside Myouji's, and repeatedly rubbed her soft little cheek against Myouji's face.
"Don't spoil her too much either, Myouji!"
Seeing the intimate interaction between her beloved disciple Myouji and Chelsea, Barbara immediately scolded them. She knew Myouji doted on Chelsea, but excessive indulgence was not good for her.
"Let this matter go for now. But Chelsea, your recent training sessions have not been up to standard! Myouji may be protecting you now, but when you are on a mission alone in the future, no one will be there to protect you. And you cannot relax just because you have an Imperial Arm. There are not many Imperial Arm users in our assassin organization, so why are there so many killers who strike fear into people's hearts?
It is because of their outstanding personal abilities. You should cherish this golden period for training! You know, when I was still young and beautiful..."
The old lady closed her eyes, seeming to reminisce about something as she began speaking endlessly. But both the lively Chelsea and the gentle Myouji's expressions changed.
Oh no! The lecture is turning into self-praise again. If we let the instructor keep talking...
Watching Barbara prepare to ramble on about her glorious exploits, Chelsea could not help recalling the beginning—when she had just become the instructor's disciple. Out of momentary curiosity, she had listened to the instructor boast