Consolation Ceremony (6)

After parting ways with Commander Curtis, I helped clean up after the festival that afternoon.

I worked alongside Fabian, and he was good at everything he tried.

If Fabian, Commander Cyril, and Commander Curtis were all in the First Knight Order, wouldn’t it be the strongest order around?

...Wait, come to think of it, wasn’t there some kind of mock battle between the knight orders or a royal tournament coming up soon?

As I tried to remember what the prize was, muttering, “Let’s see, let’s see,” Fabian addressed me with a composed expression.

“Fia-sama, you’re wearing an extremely avaricious expression. Such vulgarity is unbefitting of a Great Saint-sama.”

“Huh?”

“Oh dear, I’m afraid that response is unworthy of a Great Saint-sama as well. Such an undignified thing to say.”

Fabian frowned at me in an exaggerated manner, so I glared at him and shot back.

“Fabian, you expect far too much of a Great Saint. Even a Great Saint-sama says things like ‘Huh?’ and ‘Wha?’ you know.”...