“Ah, so that’s what it was about. I was the one who suggested the match in the first place. I deserved to be scolded. You don’t need to feel sorry.”
“No, it’s mostly my fault. I’m really sorry.”
“Even if you say that—”
“I mean it.”
“Ah, alright. Fine. It is your fault.”
Rubiana cut off the back-and-forth argument with a puff of laughter.
Chad laughed along and spoke again.
“As an apology, I’ll buy you a meal when we return to the capital.”
“Alright. It’s a promise then. I’ll go for the most expensive one.”
“Deal.”
They had just moved the medicine box and were heading out of the infirmary toward the dormitory.
As they crossed the small garden, Chad’s gentle voice came.
“Was it because of that person?”
“Huh? Because of what?”
Rubiana’s eyes widened at the sudden question.
“You were crying. When you got off the horse…
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