Class Schedule

Gilbert coughed once and swiftly resumed his solemn expression:

"Thus, as is customary, as an underage prince, you would have a dedicated teaching team to ensure that you gained knowledge and made progress in grammar, etiquette, and other subjects..."

"One or two Attendant Officers..."

"Several personal guards..."

Tales took a sip of tea to compose himself:

"That sounds strangely familiar."

Gilbert nodded, seemingly a little emotional:

"Of course. Six years ago, circumstances forced us to keep things simple, and we were unable to provide you with the best and most suitable personnel."

"Later, the course of events disrupted our plans. During your time in the Northern Land, it was difficult for us to send you the personnel you needed to receive an education in Exeter. For that, I am deeply sorry..."

Gilbert's words were filled with profound remorse.

"Not entirely."

Tales shook his head, the corners of his lips lifting unconsciously:

"As a teacher, although Putilai disappeared for several years and was sharp-tongued, he was indeed broad-minded and had unique insights. He helped me along the way and taught me a great deal."

It was hard to imagine that the sinister little old man who smoked his pipe in the corner, occasionally choked you with a remark, and always emerged at the most unexpected moments...

Had actually been an old friend of the dignified, proper, courteous, thorough, and dependable Gilbert.

They had even been classmates taught by the same tutor.

"As for the Attendant Officer, Wyatt served faithfully and tirelessly for six years, fulfilling his duties to the letter. He was a rare Prince Attendant Officer."

Tales keenly noticed that Gilbert's expression darkened again when Wyatt was mentioned.

The Prince could not help feeling emotional.

When he had met Wyatt six years ago, he had thought the man somewhat rigid