Vol. II — The Truth of the Past (IV)

“Oh, shut up, Anselma,” Maihime Tendou scoffed, scratching her black hair as she sauntered over from the entrance of the room. “You’re always too early.”

“I would think that that is a virtue,” she countered.

“Yeah, yeah, you gotta be all princess-y all the time or something,” Maihime shrugged. “Also, can you and that little prissy from Canada stop speaking in French? You know I don’t understand it.”

“Haha, and here we are using YOUR language as is standard procedure for these meetings,” Anselma said. “I would very much like to take your place so as to hold these meetings in my language.”

“No, I’m pretty damn sure you’re going to casually swap between French and German for no reason, you multilingual monster.”

“Ouch, that smarts.”