"How…" Yuna murmured despondently. "How could this be? How could you not have placed a spell on me? If not… if not, then what is wrong with me?"
After a moment of thought, Cassius smashed one hand against the other. "Perhaps what ails you is not an external sickness, spell, or whatnot, but rather, it's genetics. Yes, you're simply born stupi—"
"I'm not stupid, you shtupid jerk!" Yuna exclaimed, pounding on Cassius once more, even harder this time.
"...."
The Vice Fortress Master—who had been trailing behind in a soured mood—widened his eyes in astonishment at the sight of the 12th Princess. To see even one emotion visible on her usually reserved expression was rare, let alone so many at once. It was almost unbelievable.
'Just… just what sort of relationship does the young Princess have with this boy?' he wondered, his mind swirling with various thoughts. 'Are they just friends… or…?'