Azalea Oleander Cursix
“Are noble children not trained by their knights?” I asked the oddly sweaty gentleman.
“B-but training differs from an exam, in an exam one's actions can be excused and thus if you are injured the trial will not-,”
“Tell me something.”
“Anything, your majesty.”
“Do I look as though I will get injured?”
“Wha-, I mean..you have sir Ferlo at your beck and call.”
“Think about it this way, Mr Ludwing. Why are you stammering? Why does it, at least to me, look as though you are just about ready to flee the scene right before you?” I took a step forward, “Do I frighten you?”
“N-no you-.”
“How can you believe me weak when you conduct yourself in such manner in my presence?”
A piercing electric current caressed my skin. Instantly, I forced the minister behind me then
