Michael felt his mood lifted by the time they made their way to the great hall for lunch. There was nothing more uplifting than great food when one was feeling sorry for themselves.
As he wielded his cutlery and cut into a perfectly cooked medium rare steak, all of his worries seemed to disappear. At least that was until Melody spoke up next to him.
"I'm worried about the combat exam…" she said, head lowered slightly.
Michael's fork paused before he could take a bite, his expression turning dull.
Just when I started to feel carefree… he thought, sighing inwardly.
"You've got us as teammates, don't worry about it." Rudy replied between mouthfuls, clearly not anxious at all.
However, Melody shot him a glare, "Even though it's a team exam, we're still evaluated individually…"
