<span>In the audience room, Prince Kyle would be greeting Emperor Garkhain. Rishe would also be meeting Kyle in the afternoon with Arnold.


    <span>“The break will be over soon. Get some rest until then.”


    <span>“<i><span>Hai</i><span>, thank you, Rovine-sama.”


    <span>Rishe and Fritz bowed, and Rovine left; perhaps to address the other cadets.


    <span>“They’re amazing, aren’t they? Both His Highness Arnold and Rovine-sama.”


    <span>“Yeah, you’re right.”


    <span>Rishe nodded.


    <span>She has a lot to think about, and then things that had to be fulfilled.


    <span>It was frustrating, but she had no choice but to do it one at a time.


    <i><span>To aplish that, I have to be physically fit. In any case, I have to work out…</i>


    <span>As the me of enthusiasm burned, a few cadets in front of them.


    <span>“Yo, Lucius, even though you’re rated 1, you’re being eyed by Rovine-sama quite a bit.”


    <span>“Sven…”


    <span>The smirking young man, Sven, was one of the outstanding cadets.


    <span>ording to the evaluations handed out to everyone, his physical strength was rated 4 and muscle strength 5.


    <span>“If you have no ability, it’s nice to get some hands-on instruction from him. That really makes me envious.”


    <span>“Uhhh…”


    <span>Before Rishe could reply, Fritz stood up and retorted, “Hey, Sven. I told you to stay away from Lucius.”


    <span>“That’s nice of you, Fritz. But we’re being nice, too, you know?


    <span>Sven and the others smirked and looked down at Rishe.


    <span>“The guys from the favs may not understand, but the knights in this country are a meritocracy. No matter how hard you try, it’s useless.”


    <span>“As Sven said, you’re at the bottom. Wouldn’t you rather work elsewhere than spend your time training?”


    <i><span>This is… should I say, typical?</i>


    <span>Rishe felt that way, but Fritz obviously felt differently.


    <span>He always had a cheerful smile on his face, but his eyes were now zing in anger.


    <span>“That’s enough Sven, Lu is serious about this. Don’t make fun of other people’s efforts.”


    <span>“Hmm. I think you misunderstood something. We aren’t here to y nice with you.”


    <span>Sven shrugged and sneered; whereas Fritz was serious and getting furious.


    <span>“Look at you, you’re always pissed when weugh at Lucius. If you want to be a knight, you’ve got to have the guts to kick my ass, don’t you think?”


    <span>Rishe was surprised by that remark.


    <span>“Fritz, have you ever tried defending me before?”


    <span>“I’m not defending you or anything. I just don’t like it when people insult my friends.”


    <span>“…”


    <span>She let out a soft breath at his reply.


    <i><span>Although, I myself don’t care what they say…</i>


    <span>It was almost time for the break to end and for the hand-to-handbat to begin.


    <span>For the round-robin match, Rishe would be crossing swords with all of them.


    <i><span>It wasn’t my intention to have even Fritz get insulted for my involvement.</i>


    <span>“Time’s up!”


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