An Oopsie

"You still did not clarify the thing about Nadia being the unofficial saint. What do you mean by that?" Bea suddenly asked out loud, thus breaking the atmosphere.

"Right, I also want to know about that," Luther seconded.

"..."

Everyone at the table turned silent, glancing at each other and then avoiding each other's gazes afterward. I naturally drank my tea to avoid answering that question. I wasn't the one who slipped up in the first place, so why should I take responsibility?

Bea noticed what we were trying to do and frowned. It was obvious that she was displeased.

"You're leaving me out of it?"

"Why did I not know about this?" Luther grumbled as well. He seemed to be reflecting on being a royal knight of the first division. "I'm training to be the vice-captain so why don't I know…" he continued whispering.

It's okay, Luther, not everyone in our friend's circle knows either. You are not alone.