The next day, as the education officer had said, the cadets were all assigned different units according to their grades. Of course, things were a bit different for Henry. Unlike his fellow comrades, he was given the privilege to choose the unit he desired to go himself, thanks to Captain Iselan. Ronan and Henry gathered all their belongings and waited for the carriages to be sent from their respective assigned units.

“Where did you go yesterday? I’ve been looking for you.” Ronan said to Henry.

“I had a drink with the Captain.”

“By Captain, you mean the third-ranked leader, Iselan?”

“Yep.”

“Damn… so the rumors were true.”

“What rumors?”

“The rumors that you were under the protection of the Commander-in-Chief.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s just because of the customs passed down from our seniors.”

“Liar. Were you really only drinking?”

Ronan narrowed his eyes at Henry, who responded with a smirk.

“Well, I got this as well.”

Henry took out the holy sword blessed by the priest and handed it to Ronan.

“A sword?”

“He gave me this as a gift. A holy sword.”

“W-what? A h-holy sword?”

Ronan’s eyes widened. He drew the sword from its sheath and exclaimed at its dazzling color.

“Whoa…”

“Are you jealous?”

“Of course I am! Nah, it’s fine. What’s the point of...