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"What do you mean there are now almost five hundred people 'in the clear'? Didn't you tell me there were less than three hundred before?!"
According to Cynthia, there was no way to be certain of just how much energy it would take to transfer so many people at once, and that was with the old numbers. How could Emilia not be worried now that things were looking 'worse'?
Looking at the crimson-haired beauty's dumbfounded expression, Noelle couldn't help but sigh. "I'm just as confused as you are, but that's what Crystal said."
The two of them stared blankly at each other for a while before turning to the blonde girl in question. Unfortunately, however, Crystal didn't seem to notice their gazes at all, and madly scribbled away at her notebook.
Of course, neither of them could tell what she was actually writing, and it wasn't because of the distance between them. In contrast to her cute face, Crystal's 'natural' handwriting was actually ugly to the point where it might as well be an alien script to most people.
She 'could' write quite neatly when she really tried, as was evident by her past school notes and the few official documents the blonde girl bothered to draft by hand, but it seemed like she couldn't care less about it now.
Despite acting clueless earlier, however, Emilia could more or less guess the reasons behind the sudden change in their plans.
It might not have been her intention, but the crimson-haired girl couldn't help but be a little happy with the results.
After all, the current situation proved that not only did her knights care about her words, but also that her girlfriends worked both diligently and honestly once they committed to something.
Emilia couldn't help but sigh and pat the confused Crystal's head. 'So adorable...'
Seeing the leisurely crimson-haired girl disturbing the 'hard-working' Crystal, Noelle just rolled her eyes in exasperation before 'forcefully' dragging Emilia away. "She seems to be handling that stuff just fine, so why don't you come with me to discuss how to get Sam out of the mess she made, huh?"
Emilia's expression turned bitter as she allowed Noelle to drag her all the way to a different room and push her down on a sofa. "How am I even supposed to help? Big sister put her foot in her own mouth all by herself."
The gray-haired girl nodded sadly. "That's true, and now she's somehow even convinced Dixie to help her out with something, and is holed up in her office, which definitely can't be good. If we let this go on… either your parents will be really heartbroken when she disappears without even bothering to let them know, or…"
Emilia quickly cut off her girlfriend's words with a shake of her head. "Nope, don't even mention that 'option', alright? I'm not leaving her here. Danielle can manage White Deer just fine… probably." She coughed. "W-Well, with some help, I'm sure she'll do okay."
Noelle hadn't really interacted with the 'original' little sister of Sam too much, but somehow, the crimson-haired beauty's words didn't boost her confidence.
In fact, it disturbed her to the point that she even forgot about the pressing matter with Sam. "I-Is that so…?"
Noelle knew that while the White Deer Corporation might seem infallible now, it really only took a few blunders to bring even a giant to the ground. It had been true for Black Tiger earlier, and the same could be true for the legacy of her godparents later.
Although it might look like Mr. and Mrs. White didn't care about money too much, especially with how easily they allowed their daughters to do as they pleased, it didn't mean that they would be fine with losing everything that their ancestors had worked so hard to grow over decades and centuries.
Emilia looked a little uncertain as she nodded. "I'm pretty sure Danielle learned her lesson after having a look at how things would have turned out if not for me, but… what change it brought within her, I really can't be sure."
The gray-haired girl hummed worriedly for a while before she shook her head with a sigh, feeling a little helpless. "Alright, I suppose we can only trust that your parents will be able to guide their daughter just as well, no, um, better than Sam. Yeah."
Deciding that worrying about things that she couldn't change wouldn't do her any good, Noelle coughed. "Anyway, that still leaves us with the elephant in the room, so to speak… what are we going to do about the fact that your parents announced the official handover of the White Deer Corporation to Sam?"
Before Emilia could think about it more or respond to the gray-haired girl's question, however, a brisk knock at the door interrupted their conversation.
Emilia frowned when she realized who it was. "Michelle? Come in!"
Given how her closest 'maid' was usually so disciplined and withdrawn, for her to knowingly interrupt her discussion could only mean she had something urgent to report.
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Although it only took Emilia and the others a few minutes to become aware of Sam's glorious deeds, by then… it was already too late.
Samantha White had already become 'famous' in a very unique way, and was being hailed as the pioneer of all siscons worldwide.
Who could have expected that the very same week of receiving the 'inheritance' of the majority shares of one of the richest and most influential corporations in the world, someone would actually rush to offer it all up to her little sister?
And what was even more outrageous was the fact that this crazy girl had also signed away all of her 'personal wealth' as well.
Since the news was already out and there was no way to suppress it, Emilia's first thought was to quickly check on her parents.
When she got there with Noelle, Crystal, and Michelle, however, the crimson-haired girl was stunned to see Dixie standing by the door with a guilty look on her face, while Sam obediently bowed her head while being on her knees on the floor in front of her parents.
Mr. White looked a little awkward, but Mrs. White had a knowing yet sharp smile on her face. "You brat… having raised you for so many years, did you really think I couldn't guess your thoughts?"
Her husband coughed, perhaps thinking that there was no way his wife could ever perceive even a fraction of the perversion in Sam's head, but a sharp glare from the woman soon made him sit straight. "T-That's r-right, Sam. A-Answer your mother, y-you per— ugh, d-disobedient fool!"
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