"(This boy…)"
He recognized him. These messy slicked back gray hair and those bandaged eyes... It was the one who came with Judge Odin.
"I heard that you are quite skilled with a sword. Fancy sparing with me for a bit?" he said with a smile.
Sparing? He wanted to fight? Now? He did come with two wooden swords and everything, but was he seriously expecting Noah to fight now of all times?
Arachnea stepped up and bowed. "Lord Fenrir, Mistress Vasilisa is currently occupied with the trial so she might not have time to… spare with you right now."
The boy turned in the maid's direction as if wanting to take a good look at her.
"Heh, I saw that! Mostly how she failed!" he said, amused.
"Oh… Is that so?" replied Arachnea, squinting her eyes as she kept a perfect smile.
"Hm?" made Noah glancing in Arachnea's direction—he didn't know her for that long, but she wasn't very subtle when she was hostile to someone.
The boy named Fenrir then turned to Noah.
