"Wha—!? S-Sir Butler—?!?" Martha's face flushed red as she spun toward him. "Y-You didn't have to tell her like that!"
Anastasia, however, merely let out a soft giggle—she had already suspected as much.
After all… if it were any other day, her knight would've been bickering with her butler over every little thing... even if they were working toward the same goal.
But from what she'd seen just now? The brunette knight had been surprisingly… docile.
"Sigh... and here I thought you two finally learned to get along," Anastasia mused, her tone light but knowing. "I should've known there was something else behind it."
"W-well, he did promise that training after all, but he kept postponing it in favor of the farm..." she mumbled under her breath, crossing her arms as her voice lowered into a grumble, "…even though there were, like, one or two days when we actually had free time…"
