"Come to think of it, the fact that we unexpectedly gathered here tonight carries a certain sense of fate, doesn't it?"
At that moment, Colin spoke in a low voice from the side, his tone somewhat cold.
The stern youth with dark golden eyes sat on the stone railing at the edge of the terrace, his hands resting casually at either side of his thighs. A pitch-black, unsheathed Greatsword was strapped to his back.
The night wind lifted his brown hair, while his well-built chest muscles showed through the slightly open collar of his uniform, adding a touch of ruggedness to his bearing.
"We each come from one of the Four Great Families of the Empire, and by coincidence, we all chose to come here tonight to clear our heads.
"Whether it truly was a coincidence or due to some other cause, the result has already been achieved."
"Since that is the case, how about we discuss our views on the Empire's recent situation for the time being?"
Casually tapping the protruding rock beside him, Colin's beast-like dark golden eyes swept across the three of them.
His gaze paused briefly on Anvis's pale golden hair and azure eyes before shifting to Rasul Alfred, whose hair was the same color as Anvis's.
Having hurried back to the Academy to take part in the grand competition, he had long heard that Duke Carlot's two youngest descendants possessed dual Legendary Bloodlines with perfect balance. Now, he had finally met them in person.
"Our views on the future? How practical. I thought you would suggest something like telling each other about our ideals, the way they do in heroic biographies."
After hearing Colin's suggestion, Rasul raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise passing through his light purple eyes.
"Hmph... What meaning do ideals have