Chapter 67 (1/2)

Ever since Fii entered the Knight Order, she would report to York once a month. By now, it had become something of a routine.

Even though York was incredibly busy, always rus.h.i.+ng here and there, he never failed to make time for Heath. Each time he would listen to her, give her advice, and praise her.

“Captain, this guy from the Eastern Dormitory called Doug transferred in. We’ve gotten really close!”

“Aah, Kaisar-sensei’s disciple, huh. I’ve heard the rumours. It seems he has a lot of promise as a swordsman.”

“Yes. He really looks up to you, and says he wants to meet you one day.”

“Hmm. Is that so. Maybe I’ll try meeting him if I can find the time.”

“Yes, Doug would be very happy!”

The two of them often met in the gathering place, but today they were chatting in a rear garden.

And today, Fii felt a gaze.

Looking to her right, she found a maid about her age, looking over hesitantly.

Fii noticed where that gaze was pointed at.

It would be more accurate to say that the maid was looking at York. Since Fii’s gaze met her by accident, she flashed her a smile.

When the maid saw this, she timidly approached them.

In her hands were some wrapped cookies. Probably home-made.

And her eyes looked at York with some love.

“Umm, York-sama… I made some cookies. If it’s fine with you, please have some!” she exclaimed with her eyes closed, before holding them out with two hands.

Fii watched it all in admiration.

(The Captain really is popular. He’s cool, and strong, and just an amazing person. Of course he’s popular! Crow-san is popular too. I guess knights really are popular. Hu hu hu, one day I’ll be too.)

Fii sat there, imagining herself surrounded by maids offering their cookies to her.

The maid girl stood there looking downwards with flushed cheeks. She was probably too embarra.s.sed to look at him.

Fii watched on warmly.

“No need.”

But York’s frigid words were like cold water poured onto the girl.

“Eh-, Captain…?”

The maid looked up too and saw his face. She froze and grew pale before tears gathered in her eyes.

Although she was on the verge of crying, she still spoke with a trembling voice.

“Umm… Do you dislike cookies…? I’m sorry. N-, Next time I’ll bring something else.”