Leona stood with folded arms and a fierce glare which alternated between Sarah, Luna and the sleeping Nikolai behind them. She wore a simple black pencil skirt, a white blouse and a gun holster garter belt on the outside of her thigh.
"I don't believe he's in this state just because of overworking himself." Her voice held a hint of blame, but mostly a tremor of concern.
Lunaria stepped forward, placing a hand on Leona's shoulder.
Nobody in the clan or household undervalued the lengths she went to help everyone, even after being asked to step down as a combat maid. Leona still performed her duties, leaving the new captains and replacement members with the time to adjust perfectly.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to realise their goal in time...."
"What?!"
