Father really sent me here to die. Lionel sat on the grounds when the shouts erupted. He managed to put a smile on his face. However, it quickly dropped when exhaustion caught him
This was really his first strenuous activity after the retreat.
I feel like I got hit by a carriage, Lionel sighed while wiping the sweat on his forehead.
"Good." Lionel immediately looked up after hearing the familiar deep voice.
He hadn't even recovered, and yet Sir Reinhardt was already here.
"Sir Reinhardt…" Lionel muttered, acknowledging the man's presence.
Reinhardt stood in front of him.. His arms were still crossed in front of him. The stern expression on his face remained the same as always, but compared to earlier, there was now a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"You lasted far longer than I expected," Reinhardt said calmly.
"Thank you, Sir." He didn't know if it was praise or mocking, but it sounds sincere, so it must be the former.
