“By the way, why are you sleeping here?” Hareve glances at the sword at my waist. “Skipping practice?”
“Not really. To say I just…happen to oversleep would be more correct?”
“I don’t see any difference.” Hareve shakes his head. “Get up. Today, you'll be having a light spar with Nigel.”
I nod idly as I accept my friend’s goodwill. I used to spar with Hareve once, and what scared me was that this Lancelot did not really go easy on me. Although I was running and crawling away, he did not even stop!
He finally came to his senses when I was bawling with blood covering my arm…
And when I asked him…
'Sorry…every time I see a prey…I mean, a weak person in front of me, I couldn’t help but make that person cry…sigh…’
He even had the audacity to sigh deeply…