(A Peacefully Blissful Day… Or not?)
As winter approached, the temperatures steadily declined, foretelling the imminent arrival of snow.
"Haa~"
As I inhaled the crisp air, my breath visibly formed clouds before me, a stark reminder of the season's chill.
Despite the bitter cold, my days passed by in a state of peaceful bliss... Well, mostly. If I were to ignore the Prince's rather gloomy disposition, that is. Speaking of which, our dear Captain was in a particularly foul mood, unleashing his frustrations on us, I mean the knights, not me, of course! HaHaHa.
Anyways, It appeared His Royal Highness had adopted 'sparring' as his favored method of emotional expression—And let me tell you, calling these beatdown sessions 'sparring' is like calling a dragon a slightly upset lizard.
