I couldn't say anything to try to change her mind. If I tried to argue with her right now, she would be a lot angrier, which would only worsen the whole situation. Lisandra already looked pretty bad.
Lisandra was beside me with her head down, she seemed to be crying for some reason.
"Prepare everything, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, do you hear? I'm staying next room anyway." Saying this, our mother left the room and left just the two of us inside.
Seeing this, I just sighed in relief.
"Lisandra, are you okay?"
"..."
At my question, Lisandra remained silent with her head bowed. This is all my fault, damn it. But what a silly drama it all turned out to be, isn't it? Looks like I'm reading some stupid fantasy book.
Where anything becomes a meaningless drama to extend the story.