Orion looked at him with a speechless expression, "I'm not yet good enough that all the girls of my club would come after me."
Lucan held his chest theatrically, feigning hurt. "Ah, Young Master, your humility wounds me deeply. How can someone have such impeccable skill with swords and yet remain so oblivious about the swordplay of the heart?"
Orion rolled his eyes, chuckling at Lucan's dramatics. "Brother Lucan, are you sure you haven't been reading too many romance novels lately? You're starting to sound suspiciously like a certain princess I know."
Edgar shook his head with a soft, amused smile, stepping aside to allow Orion into the carriage. "If Lucan spent as much time on his swordsmanship as he did reading those frivolous novels, perhaps he would have advanced another tier by now."
Lucan gasped loudly, dramatically staggering back and gripping the side of the carriage for support. "Even you, Sir Edgar? The betrayal runs deep!"
