The two were suddenly frozen.
At least a D rank, that's the only thought in Brand's mind at that moment.
"Turn around." Nemesia said coldly.
Brand quickly rubbed his nose and turned around, feeling a bit dry-mouthed.
"Let go of your hand."
"Give me your cloak." Nemesia said calmly. She did not turn around, because there were quite a few others over there, although the noble private soldiers under Count Oting and the officer cadets from the Royal Knight Academy hadn't yet noticed the change over here.
Brand complied, pulling off his cloak and handing it over with his eyes closed. Nemesia calmly wrapped herself with the cloak and then looked at Brand, asking: "Mr. Brand, are you really Lord Darius' offspring?"
"Well..." Brand was puzzled why this knight lady suddenly asked about this. But it was better that she didn't pursue further, "I'm not very sure, but I don't think Char would lie to me."
"Did your grandfather teach you swordsmanship?"
