"I know," Yuuna said, her voice calm yet laced with an undeniable certainty, as if she had already foreseen Kyouka's response. Her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "But I still believe it will make a difference."
Kyouka narrowed her eyes. A cold breeze swept through the room, rustling the curtains slightly, as if the very air had been stirred by Yuuna's conviction.
"And why do you think so?"
There was something unshakable in Yuuna's expression. It wasn't arrogance or blind optimism—it was the kind of belief that came from understanding something deeper, something others hadn't yet grasped. It unsettled Kyouka in a way she couldn't quite put into words.
"Is it because you have Okumura-kun with you?" Kyouka pressed, watching Yuuna carefully. "But you yourself admitted that even with him on your side, your chances against your brother are still slim."