“Prince Mores wants you to come visit him in Zigsmund Territory because he’s bored?”
Sisley tilted her head at the absurd request, then nodded as if an idea had clicked into place.
“Well, it’s Mores we’re talking about. Even if it’s completely different from what I expected, twisting the original plan like this is probably a good thing. Have a nice trip, Brother.”
Logan frowned slightly at her nonchalant response.
To be honest, he barely understood what Sisley was saying, much like the request itself.
“But to invite someone just to ‘come visit’? What kind of reason is that? There are plenty of duties you should be attending to in the capital. This is no time for idle wandering. Besides, I haven’t finished supervising your training…”
Sisley shook her head with a calm, resolute expression.
“It’s fine. Training is mostly about repetition on your own, anyway. Besides, I never thought you’d be able to teach me for long, Brother. Normally, you’d be busy sailing around Cyprus by now.”
“…Me?”
“Yes. This is usually when the sea beasts are the most active. It’s strange that they’ve been so quiet. I’m guessing Mores must have intervened somewhere along the way, causing everything to change.”
“…?”
The two were in the training grounds of the Saint Marcias Knights. Recently, with extra time on his hands while staying in the capital, Logan had been overseeing Sisley’s aura training every morning.
After joining the knightly order, Sisley had taken part…