Page | 12 She seemed to be curious about my house. I’d noticed her neat brown ponytail swaying back and forth as she shot glances around the living room. “…” Norn, on the other hand, was staring quietly at the floor in the manner of a much younger child. She wore a cute blue dress adorned with a few frilly touches—pretty typical garb for children in Millishion but bound to stick out around here. Her golden hair looked a bit longer than Aisha’s, but it was hard to tell, since she had it pinned up behind her head with a big fashionable clip. “It sounds like you really pulled your weight on the trip up here, Aisha. I’m impressed.” “Naturally. I was very motivated to see you again as quickly as I could, brother dear.” Aisha still wore that calm smile, but something about the way she talked struck me as a little odd. “Uh… Look, this is going to be your home starting today. You can relax a little if you want. Be a bit more casual, maybe?” “Thank you very much,” Aisha replied. “I appreciate that. But even if we are family, this is still your house. It wouldn’t be right for me to impose on you without offering anything in return. I was hoping I could provide some help with the household chores, at least.” Yeah, it felt like she was being really…distant. Or maybe just formal. It was actually making me uncomfortable. “Incidentally, my dear sister…” “Yes, brother dearest?” “Could you maybe stop talking like that? Please?” “Oh, but I couldn’t possibly. You always speak so politely to me! How could I fail to do the same?”