Ryan looked at the dragon girl in detail as she stood planted right in front of him, invading his personal space.
His cold eyes scanned every feature of her face. He observed that, although seemingly relaxed, she hid the lethal muscular tension of an SS-rank beast ready to attack at the slightest stimulus.
"So, Irnina is your older sister, huh." Ryan pronounced.
"Yes, that is right, she is my beloved sister." The pink-haired girl responded immediately.
Upon mentioning her, her sharp pupils dilated and shone with an evident and sincere pride. There was not a single hint of doubt in her voice.
Faced with her enthusiastic declaration, Ophelia, who was observing the strange interaction from one side of the cabin, brought a hand to her face.
She closed her eyes and let out a long, heavy sigh of exhaustion, as if she were dealing with a little girl, and added.
"She gets very excited when she talks about her sister."
