Secret Village

Austria, August 25th 1803

11:51 PM

Despite his eagerness, Lukas didn't show any of his excitement. Instead, he simply showed a slight smile.

"Oh, are you willing to tell me? Very well," Lukas said calmly before stepping over the tree trunk, and sitting beside Luther. "Very well, start whenever you want," he added.

Luther looked beside him at Lukas. "Huh... I mean, you're not obliged to listen to it. I'll only tell you if you want to. No need to feel pressured," he said.

Lukas nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Truly, I don't mind," he replied.

Luther made a short break before sighing. "Very well," he agreed. "After you defeated in that last combat, I was... a bit too pissed," the black-haired boy said.

Lukas scoffed lightly. 'Well, I guess you didn't need to tell me that,' he thought.