It's an Unexperienced, Unknown Territory

"Ppu-ppu, ppu-ppu, ppu-ppu."

Pastel crossed her arms and groaned.

To think Alcier would ask for advice! I feel a strong sense of duty to give her proper advice.

But, but.

Pastel poked her cheek with her finger.

Even though it's the succession tradition of the Kraft Family, I've never actually engaged in Fratricidal Strife or murdered a blood relative (though Dad might think otherwise).

Even though Alcier asked knowing that.

As I glanced at Melissa in the seat next to me, she was diligently writing a reply against the bench seat. Her writing speed wasn't very fast, perhaps because she was awkward with a fountain pen, but her worried heart could definitely be felt.

"How are you going to advise her, Melissa?"

Melissa stopped her fountain pen upon hearing the question. She moved the fountain pen as if to rub her cheek with a quill, then realized it was a fountain pen, stopped, and spoke...