“As someone who's reuniting with family members, you look mighty unhappy, Lily,” the young man, who seemed to be in his mid-twenties, smiled at his little sister who had come to meet them at the gates of the academy.
“Of course, I am happy to see you, Brother,” Lily replied. “The only thing I’m not happy about is your reason for coming to see me.”
“Don’t be like that, Lily,” the young beauty hugged her sister. “We’re just worried about you. Also, who would you rather come visit you here—us or Father? I’m sure the answer is very obvious, no?”
Lily’s older brother, Conall, and older sister, Lyall, gave her the “you should be grateful that we were the ones who came here instead of Father” gaze.
The two of them were brother and sister born from the same mother, and among her siblings, Conall and Lyall liked her the most.
Lily sighed before nodding her head in agreement. “Indeed. I am grateful that it is the two of you that came to see me.”