"You really know nothing, my dear young master, carefree and naive Young Master Roland."
"Kaspar, you bastard...!!"
As the boys' faces flushed with anger, their tense confrontation escalated. Nona, not knowing how to intervene between her brother and the boy she had a good impression of, looked around for help from her sharp-eared elven sisters, but could not find any. The anxious girl was on the verge of tears.
[Anyone, please make Roland and his brother stop!]
The girl unconsciously clenched her hands together and prayed.
"Roland Dark. You have five minutes to change back into your men's clothes and come out! Hurry up!"
Responding to the girl's prayer, or perhaps merely coinciding with it, Tyr's sharp and quick words put an end to the staredown.
No matter how angry they were, they didn't want to continue feeling the cold draft beneath their skirts or the sensation of being gawked at by others for another second.
