In the archduchess' the study room, Saroma's eyes widened. "What?"
Thales, too, stared dumbly at the teacher who had just said some astonishing words.
'This… Th- th- this… Are you really here to be a teacher?!'
"I…"
In such an awkward atmosphere, the archduchess was at a loss for words. She could not say a single word for a long time, and could only look at Thales for help, as was her wont.
In the end, Thales could not bear watching this, and he summoned up all his courage to speak. "Mr. Hicks, this joke is… Saroma and I, we…"
However, the main culprit for this atmosphere, the thin Meryl Hicks, still held his cane as he looked at Saroma with a half-smile.
The next moment, the girl took a deep breath as though she had made up her mind. She then resolutely lowered her head and bent down to pick up 'Cahill Yarrow's Poetry Collection', which had fallen down.
