After reading a brief biography of the Starlits, the refitaker felt the urge to wash her eyes with soap. Romantic relationships with daughters, and then with granddaughters, the constant practice of "one-sided" relationships (although what made them think that Futaba was the first?), a forest savage-killer, a mercenary elf, and finally, some kind of maniac whose blue dream is to destroy his own race. Surely, this was just the tip of the iceberg (and yes, it definitely was). Varya wondered if power really corrupts that much? Or is there some kind of bad inheritance at play? Are there any normal royal families in this world at all?
Her mind led the refitaker towards Emeraldia: well, Claudia, isn't she a good girl? Based on the few interactions they had, and her relationship with Michaella, it seemed that the princess of Emeraldia was not one to "act up," and overall, she was a pleasant person. Looking at the festival scene, Varvara thought about how valuable it was to gain such "international" connections, and that it was actually worth further strengthening them. You never know how life will unfold...