No classes! Ollie wanted to skip with joy but made sure to look wistful enough when he submitted his permission slip.
"Cadet Mylor." Called Instructor Moore, who nearly shocked the escaping mop.
"Yes, Sir?" croaked Ollie, who was suddenly nervous after being stared at like this.
"I heard that your guild has been very busy?"
More than busy, actually, but Ollie just nodded earnestly.
"A bit, Sir."
"I see. Well, make sure to practice your skills, as being exempted from attending the lectures does not mean being exempted from the exams, alright?"
Ah, he figured that would be too good to be true.
"Okay, Sir. I'd keep this in mind." Said the drooping Ollie, who would've honestly worried the Instructor if he hadn't been the best part-time student in his class.
"Another thing, Mylor."
"Sir?"
"Your guild leader, does he still work with mechas?"
Ollie suddenly brightened up. It was a question about his good brother, after all! "Yes, sir! Don't worry!"
