Utahime was signing the infinity of papers spread across her desk. She was sitting up, her head slightly tilted, her long blue hair falling down her back and down the sides of her face slightly. Until she heard the door slam open

U-ta-hi-me~

An unhappily irritating and familiar voice sounded behind the sorceress, spelling out each syllable of her name in a singsong voice. A vein of irritation appeared on the woman's forehead, knowing that the voice belonged to you