The Perfect Young Lady...?
A good amount of time had passed since we first met.
Ah, Captain.
Would you mind signing this document?
It's the training plan for next week.
I've underlined a few sections and I'd appreciate your presence for those only.
Hmm.
Fufu. Thank you. I'll see you again shortly.
...What have I been up to lately?
I've been submitting regular reports on my training, of course...
Oh. You were asking about me, not the reports?
There's nothing in particular to share. Training is proceeding flawlessly.
I see...
I have no complaints about Epindel's Orlan-style training method.
Her approach is different from mine, but it clearly produces results in training a Savior.
But...
...Which is exactly why you must carry yourself with more care.
You were personally appointed by Lady Alicia, after all. You're in the spotlight far more than you think.
The whole world is watching your every move. Keep that in mind.
Yessss, ma'am.
Please respond with proper discipline.
And mind your posture as well. Stand tall!
Chin in. Shoulders back.
...Your coat's all crooked. Honestly.
...My back hurts.
Fufu. A necessary hardship, I'm afraid.
One cannot lack poise when guiding the next heir of House Orlan.
At this rate, Epindel was going to end up as the Captain, and I'd be the trainee...!
It was around the time I started wondering how to fix that.
The essence of nobility lies in composure and grace. You must never crumble, no matter the circumsta—
Something big and furry was sneaking up behind Epindel.
Epindel, behind you...
Oh my, Captain. I'm still speaking.
No, behind you...
In any case, you too must carry yourself with nobility.
The Orlan scions are trained to stay composed in any situation—
Kyaah?!
Epindel jumped at least a foot into the air.
It was the stray dog that has taken up residence in Candle Square.
I've seen it before, scrounging snacks off random passersby.
It won't bite. Just pet it a little and let it go...
Ah...
...Epindel?
Ahhh...
Wh-where did this savage beast come from...?
I-it's touching me... I can feel it... breathing on me...!
...Savage beast?
The big dog was just sniffing around...
It nudged Epindel's lower back with its nose.
Hkyaaah?!
Epindel froze solid until the dog lost interest and wandered away.
—Which is why we never lose our composure, even in the middle of battle.
Kyaah...
So you too must remain dignified around the heirs of Orlan—
Hkyaaah?
...
If you keep making indecent noises, I'm going to get angry.
That was all you...
Unlikely.
You probably just mistook it for a draft coming in.
There's not a breath of wind.
Then perhaps it was a bird call.
Scared of... what now?
No! That won't be necessary at all!
There's no way the future heir of House Orlan would be so imperfect.
Please don't get the wrong idea.
Now then, if you'll excuse me.
And with that, Epindel turned on her heel and left. With her steps being quicker than usual.