Cassius leaned back slightly, a smug, satisfied smile curving at his lips.
The cheers of his maids still echoed through the hall and he looked utterly content with himself, like a man basking in the glow of victory.
The Saintess Joy, however, looked ready to burst.
Her cheeks hollowed and her eye twitched so visibly that even Aqua had to bite her lip to stop from laughing.
Cassius too was clearly enjoying her frustration.
"Ah." He sighed pleasantly. "The sound of righteousness crumbling under logic. Truly refreshing."
Before Joy could open her mouth to retort, another loud, overly dramatic voice broke the air—one that sounded as if it came from the heavens themselves.
"That's my Young Master! That's my Young Master right there!"
Everyone froze.
The nuns blinked in confusion, glancing around the room. Aqua's brows shot up. Maria tilted her head in surprise.
The voice continued, passionately.
