"Young Master, after investigation, the young man that Lady Creya has taken a liking to is named Rein, a fourteen-year-old farmer's son, who is said to have considerable talent in swordsmanship."
"These past few days, Lady Creya has been giving him extra training, seemingly placing high value on his swordsmanship talent."
The noble youth, with a somewhat pale complexion, furrowed his brows and rhythmically tapped his fingers on the smooth wooden armrest of his chair. After a moment of thought, he spoke:
"Rulse, by the look of it, Creya has taken a fancy to the swordsmanship talent of that lowborn and intends to cultivate him as her own direct line, doesn't she?"
"Yes, Young Master Dennis," responded the attendant named Rulse, bowing slightly.
If Rein had been present, he would have recognized the youth sitting on the deer leather chair as the expressionless noble young master he had encountered once before.
