Andreas Pov

Andreas: uh... What's the occasion?

I arrived at my house... Which apparently, is being used as a meeting place for my friends and former seniors.

Mimil: Well, there's you and the fact that the Princess has recovered! Thanks to you!

Mimil Miltie, One of the, if not. The best Mage I've ever met.

Sasha: Indeed, who knew it was just some herbal mix.

I rolled my eyes.

Andreas: It's not just some herbal mix... It requires great knowledge of medicinal plants and proper mixing to procure the perfect medicine for one's condition.

Mimil: Then you don't mind if I learn some of it do you?

She asked in a child-like manner.

I rolled my eyes again.

Andreas: Sure... If you return my necklace you "borrowed".

She giggled and pulled out a Crescent Moon necklace from her pocket.

Mimil: I was just curious ok? The metal used for the Crescent Moon is rather intriguing with how it emits mana.

I nod and took a quick look at my necklace to see if it's been tampered with.

Andreas: I'll tell you once you grow more mature to keep it a secret. Knowing you, you can be quite the tattletale if you want to... Mimi.

Her face immediately turned into a scowl.

Mimil: Don't treat me like a child! I'm older than I look and certainly more mature!

I chuckled at her sudden outburst and pat her head.

Andreas: Yeah yeah, just eat your vegetables and drink milk so you can grow.

She fumed but said nothing and stomped away.

A sudden, loud laugh interrupted me from my mirth, and I turned to find my old Commander laughing at Mimil's distress.

Mersé: Still quite the jester eh? Andreas?

I smiled.

Andreas: Well, at least I'm not as brash and stubborn as you Commander.

The giantess of a woman laughed even more. She has white hair tied up in a similar fashion to that of a pineapple, wearing an unbuttoned dark green Banda Militar coat over some... Steel bras... If that's how you call it. A pair of steel-plated combat boots with dark green leather parts, brown short shorts, and an eye patch that covers almost half of her face with the same color scheme as the rest.

Mersé: Honestly, kinda disappointed my sparring partner decided to quit early despite being quite the prodigy.

I chuckled.

Andreas: Yeah well, it felt like I didn't belong there you know? Like being a soldier work doesn't just fit me.

Mersé: Too bad, but at least Wilmarina will have some pride back.

The aforementioned person flinched next to Mersé.

I laughed softly, fun times to be honest. Managed to beat the Strongest Hero of Lescatie at hand to hand combat after she disarmed me.

Andreas: Hey, no need for that. That just means she has room to improve and grow.

Mersé only laughed more and slapped the back of Wilmarina.

Wilmarina Noscrim, Lescatie's most powerful Heroine. Said to have battled against multiple hordes of monsters and won unscathed.

She wears a white blouse with a slightly shorter skirt on the front than the rest, with puffy shoulder things... I still can't remember what those are called, each connected to sleeves that end with leather forearm protectors.

She also wears what seems to be X-patterned belt straps which buckle into a cross, that covers most of her abdomen and a red cape, with knee-high stockings and boots that reach just below her knees.

Mersé: Hear that?! Your junior thinks you need to improve more! HAHA!

She slapped Wilmarina's back in a friendly way.

Wilmarina: Please don't do that... It hurts you know.

She said, looking away from me.

Andreas: I didn't say that... But anyway, how's Princess Francisca?

Sasha: Right. The medicine took as you said, a week to properly heal her. But nevermind that, she's out and about now. Mingling with the maids and even going out to their gardens alone now. That and well...

I raised a brow at her voice trailing.

Wilmarina: Finally... We were only here to give you a message but Mersé here and Mimil thought it would be nice to give you a surprise thank you... Mimil mostly.

Mimil: Hey! Don't dump it all on me! You suggested it first!

She blushed immediately after being sold out.

Wilmarina: That's! This is not what you think ok?! This is just a way for me to properly thank you now that you're not in the military!

Mersé: Hah! What she means is that she missed you training with her.

She winked at me.

Mersé: I too miss my sparring partner.

I smiled.

Andreas: I told you before, I don't feel like I fit in ok?

Mersé: Yeah we know, but the barracks just don't have that spunk to it now. I mean, you became a soldier for just two months!

I sighed. As much as I like to be a soldier... I just don't want to personally be there to kill innocent monsters. Stealing the ability Telepathy is both a curse and a gift, so I tend to not use it.

Andreas: Enough of that ok? Now back to the message Wilmarina wants to give.

She groaned.

Wilmarina: Finally... Anyway, Queen Lescatie herself wants you to attend a party to congratulate her Daughter's recovery and of course. Give thanks to you.

I groaned... Not only do I hate royal gatherings but I don't have anything to wear to one... That and well, I just really hate those entitled rich assholes and bitches that attend such gatherings.

Mersé: Told you he'd be groaning, now pay up Mimil.

I raised a brow and looked at Sasha.

Andreas: Did they seriously make a bet on how I would react to the invitation?

Sasha: I told them not to but well...

I sighed... Which turned to a chuckle.

Andreas: Never a dull moment huh.

Wilmarina: So? What is your answer, Sir Andreas?

I sighed.

Andreas: Don't call me that.

She shrugged.

Wilmarina: You'll be guest of honor and the Queen specifically said to treat you like a noble Lord, so yeah.

I palmed my face.

Andreas: Now I feel more implied to decline... But since the Queen said so, then fine.

She smiled and nodded.

Wilmarina: Good, now that's done.

She signaled the two, which they replied with a nod and started to leave.

Wilmarina: Make sure to wear something decent ok?

I rolled my eyes.

Andreas: Trust me, if I could wear rags to the party then I would a hundred percent.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed in an amused manner while Mersé laughed wholeheartedly and Mimil giggling like a child.

I returned inside, only to stop and stare at an uncomfortable Sasha on my lone couch.

Sasha: Hey, Andreas. Mind if we... Uhm... Talk for a bit?

I clearly know what she means by that... And honestly, I guess two days after that is a proper time than anything.

Well, a new chapter is out, and damn I'm fucking tired! Not majorly tired but tired nonetheless. Fucking school is having the time of its life rn... But enough of that, hope you guys like this chapter and SOUL out!