CH-39 Attack!

"Ah!" Luna let out a startled tone, astounded by the manner in which I registered her maternally.

"Alright, alright, I was merely kidding... no need for bashfulness. Additionally, you cannot impede me from drinking my preferred beverage." I grasped a brimming glass of wine and drained it in a single swallow.

"You-... it's detrimental to your well-being." Luna reprimanded me with a motherly air while I wrote off her admonitions, still refraining from procuring another glass of wine.

Meanwhile, Ely made her approach towards us from the throng. She looked truly resplendent in a crimson-hued, elegant ball gown.

"How do you fare, Gwen?" Ely greeted Gwen with an enclasp, which Gwen reciprocated, her hand coming to rest upon Ely's curvaceous hips in uninhibited.

"Ooh, you're looking finer than a snickerdoodle fresh outta the oven, sweetums!" Gwen stationed a big old… smooch right on the frons.

—bruxism!

I had to grit my teeth so hard, I'm surprised that this didn't crack a molar.

Being near Ely… I feel queasier than a bull riding a merry-go-round. Anyway, the way they were acting, even a blind monk could see they were an item.

"Come on, Don't joke around too much!" Ely sidled up and snatched Gwen's hand like a bandit hooked a saddlebag, interlocken their fingers tighter than a pair of tangled fishing lines.

She shot me a glance sadder than a mutt that lost its tail, then tried buttering me up with some sugary sweet greeting.

But I wasn't having any of that honey glazed hooey, no sirree!

"Too bad for you love birds, I'll bet my ass that our so-called 'parents' will have a hen fit when they catch a hint of this canoodling!" I laid it thick with the sarcasm, thicker than grandma's lard sauce.

Gwen blinked like a newborn calf, staring at Ely with a mug more confused than a mosquito in a mesh tent.

Poor Ely just… goggled… at me with peepers. The expression was sadder than a basset hound that missed the dog treat truck.

After an awkward silence longer than a Texas cattle drive, she finally flapped her lips.

"I had been existing solely based on their behalf and representation, but... If growing intimate with you and Gwen compels me to sever ties with the family..."

She smiled and tried to caress my head…

"Tsk! Stay away!" However, I retreated before any physical contact and pleat my arms, taper my gaze, bide one's time for her to complete her thoughts.

"...Then I had no qualms!" Ely sighed in resignation as she expelled a heartfelt breath. "I shall dispel any misunderstanding between us and make sure of your well-being."

She conveys her willingness to prioritize her bond with Gwen and… me over familial obligations, even if it meant ostracization…

'So she is prepared to break family name for the sake of their… and our relationship, huh!'

"...Pshhhh!" I gave an exaggerated raspberry, puckering my lips like a fish gulping a wiggle worm.

Truth be told, Ely's sentence did nothing but made my heart go pitty-pat like a square dancer at a hoedown.

But just as I was fixing to pour myself a big goblet of that grape joy juice, Luna came hog-wrassling in hotter than a jalapeno on the Fourth of July.

"Hold your horses there, Tex! You are going to ignore my humble advice?" She theif up my wine glass and knocked it back similar to a gunslinger pumped down a shot of red-eye.

Next thing I knew, she was giving me a chomp above head, about as gentle as a grizzly swatting a bee hive.

"Yeowch! But Luna, just one little drinkie-poo?" I begged her… equal to the mouse pleading for cheese in its mouth.

"No!" Luna just glared at me like a rattler eyeing a jackrabbit. Ain't no two ways about it, that gal was meaner, probably much rattled verminator and tougher than a Dickens novel.

She made my real mamacita look like a fluffy kitten in comparison! "Pardon my words? Your cerebral malignancy is verging on Stage 2."

"Abstaining from alcoholic substances is imperative. Their consumption could exacerbate your condition and potentially interfere with any prescribed medication."

With skepticism, her piercing gaze fell upon Amelia. "Is she diligently administering the medication that I have provided? Did I not tell you to take care of her? Are you truly her confidante?"

Amelia retorted with a dark face. "... I have been vigilant in preventing her from imbibing during these past few days, the very day after I informed you of her excessive beer situation."

"In light of the festive occasion, I presumed that today she could drink one or two glasses. It would be acceptable. Rest assured, I had no intention to let her gulp any further."

Her assertion was indeed factual. This vessel had a great addiction to alcohol. I didn't have complete control on it as the somatic memories wield an onerous bias over things.

That is the impetus behind my fervent desire to expeditiously attain the resonance realms – to have another physical vessel and abandon this pernicious proclivity.

[Special note — She just wanted to be a female fox!]

… H-Hey, what insinuation did you think about my aspiration is to transmute myself into a Fox feminine entity?

Such an allegation is wholly unfounded and fallacious.

"Huh! B-Brain tumor!" Ely reiterated, having overheard our discourse. She fixed an icy eyeball on Luna, seeking elucidation. "What does that connote?"

"Hmm... She is destined to die by the advent of the forthcoming year due to her illness of brain tum-"

"Luna, can you shut up for me!... Random strangers need not be privy to my circumstances!" I intervene, crippling Luna's words, who paused momentarily to ponder.

"But... Both of you are sisters, isn't that right? I had an amazing experience with Ely. Whenever she comes to meet me with her presence, she always tells me good things about you… Even when you were not a student on this campus!"

"Eh!" I furrowed my brow. This was upside-down to my expectations. Nevertheless, I turned my front towards Ely.

"...See Mia- Iris... I love you… there is just a mere misconception that exists between us. Why not listen to my pov?" Ely's eyes glistened with moisture as Gwen stepped forward, as her ally.

"Mmm! Dr. Luna, speaks truthfully. Ely consistently conversed about your goo-"

Booom!