Anwen was sparring with one of the knights in the center of the practice arena. The girl was vivacious and filled with enthusiasm, making those close to her also filled with enthusiasm.
Trish continued to watch the girl, who was smiling broadly. Her smile was so sweet.
“Commander.” Arlo came from behind, and Trish turned his head spontaneously.
“What are you doing here, Commander?” asked Arlo, sitting down beside his commander.
“Just taking a breath of fresh air.”
“Oh, I see.” Arlo nodded his head. He was silent for a while, then glanced at Trish, who was looking at the crowd in the practice arena.
He followed his commander’s gaze and saw Anwen there. For a moment, he wondered if his commander was watching Anwen?
“Arlo,” Trish spoke up after a long silence.
“Hmm?”
