The Mute Girl, who had just started primary school, lay by the door, her ear pressed to the crack, secretly listening to the conversation between her sister and their parents.
The atmosphere in the room was as severe as the depths of winter, yet the Shield Woman's voice from beginning to end showed not the slightest sign of backing down.
That was somewhat unexpected—she was clearly a puppet who had run all the way to today along the route her parents had drawn out for her, yet it seemed she had never truly been suppressed or controlled by them.
Any task handed to her, any target set for her, she could accomplish as a matter of course, even overachieve to the point where the other side couldn't find a single flaw.
But precisely because of that, those parents naturally kept piling more expectations and pressure onto her.
