Raphael Earhart
Upon returning to the estate, I made my way straight to my room, avoiding any encounters with intrigued servants or other prying eyes.
My victory over my sister's bodyguard, not to mention that ominous black aura—something that those who lived alongside knights couldn't possibly ignore—was bound to pique curiosity. But I had neither the strength nor the desire to entertain such attention, much less to maintain appearances under watchful gazes.
— Shouldn't you visit the infirmary? — Erin asked nervously as we entered my room.
— No, the treatment I received at the stadium was sufficient.
— …If you say so…
As soon as I shut the door, I collapsed onto my bed, hoping to get some rest. Unfortunately, that hope was short-lived.
Just as I lay down, something large landed on top of me. Opening my eyes, I found myself face to face with a pink-haired girl, her arms planted on either side of my head as she loomed over me, her gaze burning with fury.
