All eyes snapped to the entrance of the pavilion where a black-haired young lady stood with a small smile.
When did she step in?
The young ladies glanced questioningly at each other, realizing that none were aware of the moment she stepped into the pavilion. Estelle briefly turned her gaze to the nearby maids, only to find them with the same confusion and surprise on their faces.
It seemed they had also not noticed the moment their fourth sister had arrived. However, it was strange as they should have been the first to notice yet they are equally stunned.
'...I heard fourth sister trains daily with her elite slave.' Estelle narrowed her eyes slightly at her smiling younger sister. Was her fourth sister that strong to the point that her presence could not be sensed?
Estelle was not that naïve.
If her guess was wrong, perhaps the maids were focused on the chatters and simply did not notice her fourth sister.
