The streets leading toward the Kageyama household were filled with the lively, discordant sounds of Seijirou's inner circle making their way to the mansion.
Despite the looming threat of exams, the "study session" was rapidly devolving into a weekend excursion of diverse interests and petty rivalries.
"Urgh, why should I be the one to hold your parasol?" Rei grumbled, her face flushed from the humidity as she walked a half-step behind Erina. "Don't you have your servants usually doing this?"
Erina didn't even look back, her posture perfectly straight and her pace leisurely, as if she were a Victorian duchess taking a stroll in a private garden.
"Unfortunately, I sneak out, so I am alone." She offered a faint, elegant smile. "But, Tachibana Rei-san, you know I am incredibly frail. My constitution is delicate, like a hothouse flower. Would you rather see me collapse from a heatstroke and be rushed to the hospital than hold a simple parasol for me?"
