Misunderstood Motives

"Young master.."

Kevin handed Ale a handkerchief as he watched Ale choke on his tea. For the first time in his life, he was feeling sorry for Ale.

"Thanks.."

Ale took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth with it, putting down the teacup on the table for good.

"I'm sorry. Did I startle you?"

Elisaria asked, concerned. Ale shook his head in denial, but it was pretty obvious.

"Nothing of the sort.. you were saying...?"

Ale asked again, for confirmation.

"My hobby.. the sword practice?"

There was no hesitation in her answer. And it didn't look like she was ashamed at the least about her unusual and unique hobby.

"Ah yes..the sword.. indeed. I did say that, didn't I?"

Ale averted his gaze and looked to the side. But his eyes met with those of his friends, filled with pity and amusement from watching him suffer.

"Yes. My parents told me that you already knew."

"So it seems.."