As Luka awkwardly looked for a spot in the formation, weaving between rows of students mid-pushup, a hushed voice called out amid the rhythmic chants.
"Luka!"
"Huh?" He glanced around, confused.
"Over here!"
He turned toward the voice and finally spotted her—Charlotte, the Second Princess, doing pushups with perfect form and poise.
Her massive greatsword rested comfortably on her back, and somehow, she wasn't even sweating.
"Oh… it's you," Luka mumbled as he shuffled over and dropped beside her into the pushup position.
"So, what's up?" he asked in a quiet tone, glancing sideways.
"Nothing much. I just thought it'd be nice to do pushups with you. After all, we're in the same faction." Charlotte gave a soft giggle.
"That's fine and all, but…" Luka flicked his eyes over his shoulder.
Her maids and knights were further back, giving her a wide berth.
Even the other students kept their distance, subtly creating a bubble around the Second Princess.
