[She bows her head as she recalls that, indeed, someone died in the storm. They were all so taken by surprise that nobody could help. How heartrending.]
Well, girls like flowers. [It goes without saying that Mitsuri trusts Flayn's intuition.] Is there a specific kind that you're thinking of? What about colors?
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Well, girls like flowers. [It goes without saying that Mitsuri trusts Flayn's intuition.] Is there a specific kind that you're thinking of? What about colors?