Ethan had no idea what was going on. Just as he spoke, Lyla blurted out, "Celeste, you've got to be kidding, right? There's no way they'd recruit him into the Ninth Division."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a little guilty. That was a bit too harsh, wasn't it?
She peeked at Ethan, stuck out her tongue, and made a silly face, hoping to lighten the mood.
Celeste, however, just laughed. "Lyla, you really don't know Ethan, do you? He had quite the moment today."
"Huh? What happened? Tell me!" Lyla's curiosity was instantly piqued.
Celeste shrugged. "Nothing much. He just wrecked the guy I was considering for the spot."
Lyla's eyes widened. "Wait, seriously? You? That strong?" She turned to Ethan, her face full of disbelief. "I thought they called you a weakling."
Ethan groaned internally. 'Can't this girl ever just hold back? Give me some dignity, please.'
