Silence formed between them. No one opened their mouths. Both were waiting for the right moment to start talking.
In the end, it was her who had to speak. "Lady Naeva, in the future I see, you are actually the one who repaired the Lyra."
"I know," Naeva replied quickly.
Cleopatra was slightly taken aback. "Pardon?"
Naeva glanced at the confused Cleopatra. "I already knew. From the beginning."
"Wh-What? How could you?" Cleopatra was confused.
Naeva raised her glass of tea that had turned into iced tea. "Of course. After all, I'm sure there's no one in the Tower who can repair the Weapons of the Goddess of Music other than me, the creator. Even if it was Ophelia, she would have been able to do it because I taught her."
"But--" Naeva glanced up at the night sky before drinking her tea. "--I'm not sure I could trust someone else that much to teach such a secret technique."
After the tea in her glass was gone, Naeva put down her cup. "I know."
"O-Okay..." Cleopatra did not ask further. She felt she had no right.
"If it's like that... The conversation will become easier."
Cleopatra began a long story about the future she saw.
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Name: Cleopatra Ptolemaios Auletes Nova: Unable to Access Nova Race: Anubis Age: 16 Status: Second Princess Sun Priestess Affiliation: Ptolemaios Sultanate