"My Lord, are you sure about this?"
Old Levi's concerned voice echoed through the corridor as he followed after Luka.
"Hm? About what, Levi?"
Of course, Luka knew what Levi wasn't happy with: the fact that he'd offered Orven the chance to become a squire. Despite the stocky lad not being from a noble or higher-class family, only those of noble descent could normally become knights.
"...That boy..."
"His name is Orven, Levi."
Luka swiftly turned to face the old steward, a smile on his face.
"Do you not think the way things are now is too unnatural?"
Levi tilted his head.
His eyes quickly darted across Luka's face before lowering to the floor as if thinking long and hard before he looked at Luka with a completely flabbergasted expression.
"Forgive me, Sire, but I do not understand."
Luka patted the old man's shoulder.
