"My lady, in the end, I can't really approve of the idea."
A twenty-years old Mizoe let go of the saddle and turned around to talk to the brown-haired woman one last time.
"Didn't you agree with me that our territory needs knights? You and your son keep talking about the knight's training course for the past two years... isn't it the perfect opportunity? You want to stay in our territory after all, why not become one of the knights that we need so much then?"
Eothar Tallaran smirked and sent the young light-blue-haired man a look that anyone even slightly less dense would immediately recognize as coquettish.
"I want to stay here and protect the home you have given me and Zoemi – that is precisely why I am hesitant to leave. The sightings of wild monsters in the area had increased at an alarming rate... and I don't dare to even mention the ridiculous threats and accusations from that rude neighbor at the border..."
"...!"
