The boy did not answer directly, his fork sliding around in his plate. He asked politely but coldly:
"Is this Sir Lang's word, or something that someone else told Miss Vinea?"
"Impudent fellow."
Vinea frowned, suppressing her slight displeasure, and declared with pride:
"Not only my father, but other knights said the same too."
The fork continued to trace circles on the plate, leaving only a clean red color behind. The heaviest burden for young knights, besides their internal organs, was their eyes. In addition to providing eye drops at the military academy, the cafeteria never forgot to supplement them with carotin. These red, carrot-like substances were second only to luncheon meat in their appetite-killing power. However, the boy was currently lost in thought and had no appetite for eating.
After a while, the boy looked up.
"Miss Vinea."
"What... what?"
Feeling the oppressive atmosphere radiating from the boy, the girl managed to sit calmly without so much as a tremble.
