It was a cold day in November, where a cloud of fog came out with each breath.

"Stop."

Glont Asilante had a solemn expression with his arms crossed.

Anemone stopped the sword she was swinging and wiped the sweat off her forehead with her sleeve.

"I can still do more."

Anemone, twenty-five years old, swept back her sweat-soaked hair.

Glont shook his head. "It is desirable for a knight to push their physical limitations. However, it would be a failure as a commanding officer to overwork yourself enough to interfere with their daily routine. Miss, do you truly want to be a knight?"

Anemone pouted her lips and grumbled, but soon agreed and sheathed her sword.

"Please don't call me miss. I also hold some rank here."

Glont smiled and lowered his head slightly. "Yes, my apologies, Your Highness the Little Duchess. Ah! Shall I call you Your Grace the Northern Tiger Guardian General, instead?” he joked, reciting her lengthy official title.

Anemone glared at Glont. "Ahjussi, you must also be unhappy that I became a general who protects the border from the Demon’s Territory, yes? You must think that I am a weak woman sitting in a high position due to my father's power."

Glont was taken aback. "... What? No! How could I think that!"

When Anemone saw Glont so agitated and flustered, she couldn't stop herself from bursting...