5.01.5 My Love;My Omen.

"Hoo… Hoo!"

With the day over, Henry was back to his usual self, forgetting the morning drama, including his talk with Crow, who appeared as a harmless kid in his eyes.

"Hoo!!" 

"Enough, go and take a break." 

"Yes, teacher." But for some reason, his mind was distracted during his training. 

Unlike the aristocratic families, he was not blessed with a unique totem to follow or possessed a secretive knight's combat method. Everything was public due to the popular nature of his bloodline and it was why he didn't mind training among others like him. Which was really good as he didn't need the help of an elder or true master. Just the Knight training instructor from the college will do. 

"Henry, still thinking about that dwarven boy?" Rashid asked, but Henry thought for a while, before shaking his head. "Oh, it's not that." He spoke, before suddenly recalling the face he saw while coming to the class.