Late evening. In front of the academy church.

Following behind Harold, who was inspecting the injury to his side, I cautiously watched for his reaction.

"……."

"…Ahem."

Damn it.

What am I supposed to do now?

I mean, I am a maid of the Blackwood family, and after all, I was the one who wounded Harold’s side, so I followed him to the church. But in the end, I couldn’t say a word and just quietly followed behind him as he went in to get treated.

‘Wouldn’t it be better to keep that temper of yours in check? You’ve gotten …