This man, Lloyd, a stereotypical warrior type, is my swordsmanship instructor. Mmm, scary.
His expression is really scary.
Well, that’s to be expected, Marcel found training to be really tiresome and basically threw him out, but suddenly told him to come over here again today.
As expected of someone who’s had actual combat experience, he didn’t even need to raise his hand against me to scare me, he seems like an experienced warrior. But his hostile aura stings so much, it hurts.
Meh, I won’t get anywhere if I just cower back and shrink from him, let’s attack.
“I apologize for my rudeness in selfishly summoning you over here again so suddenly. And so, once again, I would like to request that you instruct me in swordsmanship. I’m going to be just like Raiheart-dono.”
I lowered my head towards him, and told him the reason for calling him here.
Although he didn’t refuse to come here, he’s probably still quite unwilling.
“I understand. Then let’s begin immediately.”
He agreed really quickly.