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“Will His Highness allow me the honour of a friendly match?”

Alfonse stops with the swinging of his training sword, turning around  to be greeted by the sight of a young woman with golden eyes staring  back at him. Her light blue hair blows in the wind, and Alfonse notes  that she’s wearing the uniform for the Royal Knights. His eyes narrow,  and his eyebrows stitch themselves together.

“Did my father send you to mock and ridicule me?” The Askran prince  is unable to control his frustration at his earlier confrontation with  King Gustav, and his voice is laced with impatience.

The young woman frowns. “No. I may serve your father, but I do not  agree with his decision to discourage you from joining the Order of  Heroes.”

“You’re not going to tell me that I can’t join the Order?” Alfonse asks warily.

“I am in no position to tell you what you can and can’t do, nor will I  try to persuade you to change your mind. If your heart is set on  joining the Order of Heroes, then I will not interfere if you believe  that is the best decision.”

“…I don’t believe I caught your name.”

The female knight offers a small smile and gives the Askran prince a formal bow. “Freyja, Your Highness.”