Zoemi arrived at the training ground in an excellent mood – no need to explain why exactly – greeting the other participants.
That year hosted one of the best batches of knight training participants in a long time – merely two people dropped out because they couldn't keep up the intensity of the exercises and both did so during the first week.
"Good morning, young lord Grazio."
The black-haired boy greeted the red-haired one cheerfully as always.
"...yes... Hello."
Despite being the one who wanted to gain forgiveness, Grazio's way of greeting was as cold as usual. Zoemi didn't particularly care, although if he was not aware of the tsundere tendencies the other boy had, he would also not suspect that something was up.
After all, the difference in their status could explain everything – and that did not exclude giving the other party a cold shoulder.
"My sister asked me to pass on her thanks. You were right about that one issue with the spell."
