Chapter 9

༺ The First Letter (9) ༻

On that day, Seria returned with a sullen expression.

It was an unexpected situation to her, after all, even though it was hard for her, she bent her pride as a junior and sought advice from her senior.

But for me, it was a very reasonable decision.

Am I crazy? Objectively speaking, Seria was a better swordsman than me, and there was nothing I could teach her.

There was nothing more stupid than wasting time on pointless things. If I could have helped, I would have spared some time for a few days due to my responsibility as her senior at the academy.

Another reason was that her relationship with me was not deep enough for me to deliberately go and teach her my insights.

After spending days with her, I might have pointed out a problem that she had not noticed herself, but it would take too long.

I wasn’t a person who was free enough to sacrifice so much of my time for a junior who wasn’t even that close to me. In fact, it was more appropriate to say that I had enough free time, but it was clear that it would be more fun to spend time with close friends such as Leto and Celine instead.

However, maybe it was because I refused too quickly, but my mind, after sending Seria away, was not as comfortable as I thought it would be.

The sight of Seria walking away with her shoulders dropped in disappointment contrasted with her usual arrogant and upright visage, evoked even more of a pitiful feeling within me.

No wonder Leto and Celine criticized me.

“Hey, hey, hey, How could you say no to her so directly? You should have said it more discreetly.”

“Yeah, yeah, Ian. This was a bit too much even for me.”

Leto spoke as I expected him to, but Celine’s reaction, who seemed to be about to fight to death with Seria at any moment, was surprising.

Looking back, I thought it was a little too much, but I couldn’t help it.

I couldn’t take back what I already said. I shook my head to shake off those confusing thoughts.