"Young master, upon investigation, the young man Lady Cleya has taken interest in is named Rein. He is fourteen years old and the son of a farmer. It's said he shows considerable talent in swordsmanship."
"These past few days, Lady Cleya has been giving him additional training. She seems to particularly value his swordsmanship talent."
The noble teenager with a slightly pale complexion frowned slightly and rhythmically tapped the smooth wooden armrest of his chair as he thought. After a moment, he said,
"Rulse, judging by this, Cleya must have taken notice of that commoner's gift for swordsmanship and plans to groom him as part of her direct circle, correct?"
"Yes, Young Master Dennis," answered the retainer named Rulse with a slight bow.
If Rein had been present, he might have remembered this noble youth seated on the deer-hide chair—none other than the expressionless aristocrat he had once encountered by chance.
