Worrying Turn

"I see."

Shirley finished explaining Ellia's good deeds to them as she painted the latter as a savior, causing Clara's expression to turn slightly complex.

"You finally know how to repay brother, Ellia. Fine, I'll reassess you without clouding my eyes with previously defined bias."

"That's… reassuring."

Ellia was momentarily taken aback by Clara's arrogance but then remembered that it was only a common sight. Clara was always like this, but in her eyes, she was the problematic little sister who needed to be looked after so that she doesn't end up lonely.

Clara's lips couldn't help but curve slightly again.

"It really is as brother said once upon a time. My princess status means nothing in front of the current you, Ellia. You're far stronger than me. Even if I reach the Immortal Stage, I can't match your prowess. I can feel it."

"Little Clara, you're praising me too much." This time, even Ellia felt her cheeks heat up.