211 211, Subordinate nobility rebellion *

And another lunch break on the day after about a week.

An anomaly occurred. I don't have a Balteremon surrounding group.

I'm in the classroom to be exact, but I'm not surrounded. They are the only ones who are solidifying and eating lunch. Did we even get along?

"Tesitar, what's wrong with you? Aren't you going to eat with me?

"No problem. We're junior aristocrats, so we'll eat alone.

His voice, which included rejection, against her voice, which included flair.

"You say you ignore Fran's favor? Wouldn't that be nice?

Ajani, you're acting fast. It doesn't matter if it works.

"Ugh, shut up! If you have a complaint about Martin, you can do it yourself!

Oh, treason. I don't like the call out, but I can like the hard work with the trembling voice.

"You! How dare you turn to Master Carizoni!

Escort One, you're tense, too.

Number two, are you and Yvonne motionless?

"Aww, shut up, shut up! We have nothing to do with this anymore! I'm getting involved!

"Leave me alone!

"Do it yourself."

Curse, you're freaking me out.

"Why do I have to do this!

Oh, the popular revolt. I do it unexpectedly.

By the way, Ernesto, your lunch today also contained spicy meat. It builds my appetite from the scent. It tastes different than last time, but it's delicious!

"Hmm! Don't regret it, okay?

Oh, you gave up?

Yvonne is whispering something in your ear, Ajani. Are you in a good mood?

Number one, you're staring at this one, but number two, you still seem to be staring at Ibonne.

And after school, me and Steed, who liked the example water bag, are in special training in the school yard.

Actually, it's just a kick in the ass.

There you are rarely, Grants.

"Mr. Curse, I'm sorry about this one. If they somehow flushed it out and stayed with the Balteremons, they would do this. I'm so sorry."

"I know. You were being jerked off, weren't you? I can't go against normal. Because I don't care.

"I know there's nothing I can do, but I want to make amends. I wonder if you could say something.

"Um, you don't even have to make amends because you don't care in the first place. But it's because of me, and I'm on a loan, so why don't you make it up to me?

"Money, I'm a civilian and I don't have any gold..."

"No, no, I don't need that much. You can just have it now.

"Then..."

Grants, you took four pieces of copper out of your pocket.

"Yes every time. So this is the end of atonement. If you're having trouble with the money, tell me. I'll lend it to you."

"Thank you, Curse. You're so sweet. How dare I..."

The only remaining civilians in a group.

Mr. Grants, who has worked hard from two sets to come up to one and is in one set all the time without falling. It doesn't look like we're going to be friends, but I might be able to help you if you're in trouble.