"We'll talk about my business later!"
Talia shot Caelan a sharp look. "You, on the other hand—since you've awakened such an insane class, why didn't you tell me?"
She rolled her eyes dramatically and complained, "Brat, do you even have your beautiful, generous, delicate, adorable big sister in your heart at all?"
Caelan opened his mouth, trying to figure out how to defend himself—only for Talia to barrel on without giving him the chance.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous things were today?!"
"We ran professional calculations. Your win rate was only 98%!"
"Tell me—why would you insist on doing something that risky? If your sister hadn't arrived early and smoothed out that last 2% of low-probability disaster…"
"What if you'd died? Who would cook me good food then?!"
"Brat, I'm telling you—being a little brother means the most important job is taking good care of your dear cousin!"
"Honestly, you didn't even perform as well as my ex-boyfriends."
