...your school really was pretty obvious.

[ At least from they way she's telling it. ]

I... did. You're right. I guess I don't have many ideas about my kingdom. Ah, well. I'm just complaining at you, now! I'm sorry you got dragged into my memory, Lysithea.

[ It is tiring, being dragged into them all this month.

He reaches out a hand when the deer approached them, petting over its neck, and offering Lysithea a smile. ]

I'll come by the bakery sometime soon. I love those little cakes you've been making.