Sandra's lips twitched slightly when her eyes fell on the document... the one that had been carefully placed on the table. She slowly turned her head to the right side and looked toward her maid—no, her younger sister, who stood silently by her side.
"So..." Sandra began, her voice soft but laced with disbelief, "you've already prepared everything, huh?"
Celestia didn't say a word. She merely bowed her head in response.
Sandra stared at her for a moment, her lips twitching again, almost bitterly. It wasn't that she didn't want to let Maid go.
No... it was something deeper.
She had been with her for so long—through every moment of pain, loneliness, and recovery. And now, all of a sudden, Celestia was just... leaving?
It was too abrupt.
Too surreal.
Sandra felt slightly taken aback, like the ground beneath her had shifted without warning.
'Heck...' she thought, sighing inwardly, 'I didn't even expect this...'
