"Although it might sound strange to say this... I always feel like Astrid can see many things others fail to notice..."
Lyra stood upright, her fingers poking out from the fluffy sleeves of her sweater to gently press against her chest. Her blue eyes stared seriously at the silver-haired girl before her, her voice unusually soft.
"It's as if Astrid already knows what's going to happen next."
Although eighteen-year-old Lyra often appeared naive and innocent when it came to emotions, she wasn't so foolish as to ignore everything happening around her.
As a personal maid, she had seen how Astrid exploited information gaps to gain advantages from nobles big and small. She had also personally experienced how Astrid guided her through a series of maneuvers to obtain the Sword of Light; now that she thought back on it, many details from that day matched up perfectly. Astrid seemed to have known long ago that this holy sword resided in the library of Elizabeth Academy of Magic.
