Chapter 100
Lukas took a soft cloth from the drawer beside his bed and began quietly polishing his sword.
From the scabbard engraved with the crest of the ducal family to the sharply honed blade.
He worked in silence—until suddenly, he burst out laughing.
"‘Well... I like you too.’"
That face kept replaying in his mind, and Lukas had to stop what he was doing. After laughing to himself for a while, he took a deep breath and picked the cloth up again.
He regretted confessing. Now that he’d been turned down, it hurt more than he’d expected.
Maybe it had been too soon. It had only been two or three months since he realized what he felt.
Of course, the feelings had been there before the realization. Still—two or three months was not a long time when it came to human relationships.
"Maybe... I should’ve waited longer."
As soon as the thought came, Lukas shook his head slowly.
No. That wasn’t it. He couldn’t afford to wait any longer. Two weeks—no, twelve days to be exact. Time would fly by, and soon he would be standing behind the Duke, leading the knights into battle.
He’d already told himself that lingering attachments and regrets would only weigh him down on the battlefield.