If they were anywhere else, Oliver would have let his tongue slip. The line "what the hell is this?" demanded that he ask it, but with a great effort of will, he bit it back.
"I didn't know that we were allowed retainers…" he said instead. These retainers were clearly other students as well. If one was to have a retainer, he figured they'd have brought along a servant from ho or sothing.
Blackthorn tilted her head in surprise at that. "Really? Mm… Could it be, that you're kind of stupid? It would make sense… You did punch a professor yesterday."
Oliver's eyebrow twitched. Despite clearly being horrified by their Lady's talk, her retainers seed to share the sa shocked sentint, as though nothing could be more self-evident than the fact that a noble student would have retainers.
"Is that sothing else I'm ant to know, then?" He murmured, half to himself. "I suppose when you've got the coin for it…"
"Pardon, Ser Patrick, but we don't serve our Lady Blackthorn for money," Pauline said, rather fervent in her tone. "It's our honour to serve a mber of the Blackthorn family, just as our parents serve her father."
The other retainer, Alia, nodded quickly at that. Oliver saw no deceit behind their expressions. He found that surprising.
"So, she doesn't pay you?"
"Well, no, uhh… She does, but we don't do it for that. Plenty of nobles are looking for retainers with the offer of paynt – but it's a much bigger deal than just a job. To be honest, Ser Patrick, I'm stunned that you don't know this," Pauline said.
"As am I," Lady Blackthorn herself put in, as though he was the strange one, when she was still blocking his way with her outstretched arm.
"Fine, consider enlightened. Now, will you move? I'm really going to be late at this rate," Oliver said, letting a bit of irritation seep into his voice. It didn't feel good to be moving on such minimal sleep.
Pauline looked at her watch. "My Lady… it really is getting late. You should ask him now."
Blackthorn shot her a glare, making it clear that her comnt was thoroughly unwelco.
"Oh? You ca all this way to ask sothing? What?" Oliver asked, his curiosity winning him over, if only for a mont. He was quite sure that he and Lasha Blackthorn were on bad terms – their eting yesterday had been far from friendly after all. What question would one co all this way to ask of the enemy?
"Will you…" Lady Blackthorn began, spurred on by her retainers hurrying. "…Train ?"
Oliver's face fell in an instant, his smile completely gone. "No," he said imdiately, and was past her arm before he could even register the shock that sprang to her face at his imdiate refusal.
She turned on her heel, her surprise quickly fading into the aggressive expression that she had shown him in sparring yesterday. She jabbed a finger at him. "Why?"
He shrugged. "It sounds like a pain. Besides, you don't even like , do you? You wore the sa distaste yesterday when we sparred as everyone else did. Why would I go out of my way to help you, when I've got bigger problems?"
She didn't have a quick reply for that, and now that he'd already escaped past her outstretched arm, she had no ans of making him stay, despite him refusing to et her demands.
He nodded to the two Serving Class girls, who seed just as shocked as their lady, and he turned on his heel to head to class.
"W-Wait just a minute, Ser Oliver!" Alia ran in front of him. She'd hardly spoken to him earlier, content to let Pauline do most of the explaining, but now she'd taken the initiative to stop him in his path.
He'd pegged the blonde girl as shy, but he realized that likely wasn't true. She was just awkward, and as afraid of him as everyone else.
"What is it? Are you going to use force to restrain now?" He didn't bother to keep the edge out of his voice, fixing her with a similar glare to what he had shot Gras yesterday. The girl visibly flinched, but she didn't take a step back, not like the boys had.
"No… Of course not," she spluttered, losing track of her intentions, as she searched for the right words. He was sure she would scramble away, just like the others had, but she bawled her hands into fists, oddly resolute for the strangest of reasons. "Don't you think that, everyone glares at you because they assu you're like this… Ser?"
It was a rather harsh statent, but she still managed to get in a perfunctory 'ser'.
"Like what?" Oliver asked.
"Difficult to approach, scary… And frankly, an."
"an?" Oliver asked, incredulous. "You've had one conversation with , girl. You have no idea who I am. Which might I say, frankly, applies to the rest of this Academy."
"So? We judge you based on what we've seen of you, and what we've heard of you. And now, seeing you, you seem an!" Alia said, unable to keep her voice from rising.
Pauline rushed to her side, her face a ghastly shade of white. "Ailia… No matter what you think, you can't raise your voice like that to a noble," she hissed, the urgency in her voice quite clear. She eyed Oliver out of the corner of her eye as though he was so vicious lion, with a guillotine aligned at her neck, ready to drop the second he gave the command.
"That's insane," Oliver said, absolutely flabbergasted by Ailia's outburst. He'd spent the night enduring the Three Trials, and he'd spent the morning receiving shocked remarks that he'd even survived them. Verdant – who seed to believe him more capable than the rest – was just as awed by the fact that he'd decided to continue going to class as though nothing had happened.
"Do you know where I spent the night? Why is it that you expect a saintly patience from after a night like that, walking out of my room to find it barricaded?"
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