"If Father doesn't plan to agree, what use would there be in me speaking to him for you?"
Glancing at the young girl whose hair twinkled, Anvis shook his head and continued to monitor the body condition of the elemental dragon within the Magic Array.
"Besides, you should also be aware that the situation in the Empire is very unstable lately, right? Under these circumstances, I'm afraid Father is unlikely to agree to you leaving Pamir Academy."
"But brother! I've already made arrangements with Vent and the others, intending to go on an adventure with them during the academy's vacation."
With her lake-blue large eyes looking rather pitiful, Fiona couldn't help but stretch out her little hand and gently tug at the corner of Anvis's clothes.
"Bro~ please, just talk to Father for me——"
"…Alright, but I can't guarantee it will work."
Unable to resist Fiona's pestering, Anvis eventually nodded in agreement to the girl's request.