Does it matter to him whether the other person is crazy or not?
Instead, the last sentence of the Lake Knight echoed over and over in his mind—weak? Test did think he was weak, but he suddenly smiled bitterly and couldn't help but think about how he should face the punishnt from the All Things Return to One.
He looked up again to see the troublemaker.
But the jade-green knight had long since disappeared.
...
For Frey, a girl from the Buqi countryside, days at the Royal Knight Academy seed to go by faster than anywhere else. The leaves on the trees seed to have turned golden red just yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, they were already bare.
During a break in training, the future Miss Valkyrie was sitting alone on the stone steps, daydreaming.
The girl rested her chin on the sword hilt, hugging her longsword with both arms, and stared blankly at the distant blue-black mountain shadows outside the academy. When she saw those bare tree silhouettes, she realized winter had arrived—it had been nearly half a year since she ca here!
The girl thought in a daze.
From the initial extre discomfort to gradually getting used to life here, the change in her mindset made her almost ignore all the changes around her. Lush sumr leaves, fiery autumn leaves, withering winter leaves—a year had passed just like that.
And her daily life had beco as monotonous as an ascetic's. To beco stronger, she had almost given up all activities. Her days were a cycle of training—rest—training—rest. This future Miss Valkyrie was almost desperately trying to achieve her goal—
She felt she couldn't even tell if it was for everyone in Buqi or just because of that young man's expectations of her. But every ti she thought about Brand's gentle and caring gaze, Frey's heart couldn't help but thump, making her so nervous she could hardly breathe.
Sotis she felt she was truly embarrassing like this, but she couldn't shake off his shadow.
"Brand, Brand..."
She unconsciously murmured this na, not noticing soone had already approached her. Then the future Miss Valkyrie was startled to find a female knight with shoulder-length black hair holding a sword, standing solemnly in front of her—her face instantly turned red.
Frey stood up awkwardly, not knowing what to do with her hands.
"What's wrong?" Nesia tilted her head and looked at her.
"No... nothing..." Frey lowered her head, answering absently, feeling even she wouldn't believe her words.
But this ti, the stern female knight didn't reprimand her as usual, questioning why she lacked alertness.
She walked over and silently placed a cold hand on Frey's forehead—a gesture so intimate it made Frey stiffen, almost running away in fright—but she saw Nesia's dark, concerned eyes and froze.
"Hosick?" Nesia lowered her hand, asking in a sowhat low tone, her face expressionless.
"No..." Frey shook her head, then suddenly nodded. She thought that if she didn't agree with the other person, it would be hard to explain what she was doing here.
"Frey, you're such an idiot—" she secretly scolded herself, "You can't even lie convincingly, yet that guy lies without blushing!"
Nesia saw the lady daydreaming again in front of her and sighed, probably guessing what she was thinking. But she didn't ask much, instead reaching under her shawl and taking out a letter:
"His letter."
"Brand's letter?" Frey was stunned and blurted out. But she imdiately realized her mistake and covered her mouth instinctively—making it even more obvious.
A slight smile flashed across Nesia's usually expressionless face—this was the first ti Frey had seen her smile: "So it's Brand, lucky guy—"
"Luck... what luck..." Frey lowered her head, feeling her ears burning. She mumbled a rebuttal in a voice so faint even she could barely hear it. But she quickly took the letter, looking very cautious.
Just then, they both heard the rumbling sound of carriage wheels, coming suddenly from the main road outside the academy. But at this ti of year, few people ca from outside. Both were drawn by the sound and turned around simultaneously.
They saw a white carriage, like a ghost, breaking through the morning mist and slowly driving into the academy. Then it passed by them and headed deeper into the academy—toward the residence of the princess, guarded by royal knights where few could enter.
"That's..." she asked softly.
Nesia saw the shield emblem on the carriage, the violet on it so striking. She looked at it for a while, then turned back and said, "People from Lantoniyan, another lucky guy."
The female knight's tone was sowhat unkind.
"What?" Frey was puzzled.
"Nothing," Nesia shook her head, her long, beautiful black hair making Frey very envious: "Just focus on your own matters, Frey. You're progressing quickly, don't get discouraged—"
"Tha... thank you."
The female knight paused for a mont, then recalled sothing: "By the way, has that guy co to you again?"
Frey was stunned, then realized the other was referring to the Count Bekeberg's second son. Since Nesia warned her, she had cut off contact with him, but she didn't expect him to gather people to make trouble for her.
Later, for so reason, this matter ca to the female knight's attention, and she personally taught those people a lesson. The count's second son nearly got expelled from the academy because of it.
But the matter ended inconclusively. Though Frey was sowhat naive, she knew it was a compromise. Still, she was very grateful; after all, she was just a civilian compared to them.
Why bring this up now?
She looked up at Nesia in confusion.
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