The moon hangs high in the night sky.
Amalia had once described her like that. If one were to dig into the reason, it was probably because Astrid Calliste had always offered them care at the moments they most needed someone's concern.
Hearing the pink-haired knight in front of her speak such sweet words, Astrid lowered the long leg she'd had crossed, black stockings gleaming. Her cool red eyes reflected the girl's slightly flushed cheeks as her pink lips parted and she spoke.
"Lyra saying that… is kind of cheating, you know…"
Especially when she was dressed in that entire set of holy adornments, less like a steadfast knight, more like a pure idol, while blushing, fingers lightly pinching the edge of her sleeve.
Not only did it perfectly match Astrid's personal taste, even her reaction looked so easy to bully.
A little too cute.
.......
After who knew how long, Astrid looked at the pink-haired girl beside her and spoke first.
"Lyra."
