The Fragrant Disaster

(Nevare's 3rd POV)

"Nevare, are you okay?" Arthur asked as he knocked on his sister's door.

Not long after, a response came from inside the room, "I'm okay, Artur, what's up?"

"Ah, I heard that you were doing close-door training. Have you managed to reach the next constellation level?" Arthur asked, scratching his head.

"Eh? Ah? Ahh… yeah, I'm doing close-door training, hehehe," Nevare sounded nervous.

"Oh... Are you stronger now? Ah... Sis, can I come in? It feels weird talking to you from outside the door like this."

"NO! No, you can't! Ah... I—I mean, I'm in critical condition for a breakthrough, so... so... eh... you can't come in, really!"

Hearing Nevare's flustered voice, Arthur frowned. Concern began to well up in his heart. "Anna! Are you really okay? Did that green bastard hurt you?! Anna, please talk to me! I'll protect you!" Arthur said, pounding on Nevare's door loudly.