Inside the martial arts arena, the young men and women of the Mitchell family were resting, gathered in small groups, forming small bodies.

They chatted with each other about interesting things that happened around them recently.

Zeno Mitchell was a very ordinary teenager among a small group of teenagers.

At this moment, he was sharing the results of his training yesterday with his friends.

The three of them sat beside the armor stand, using it to block the morning sun.

"Tern, El, the Knight Commander said yesterday that my swordsmanship has improved a lot. I will definitely become the family's guardian knight in the future."

Zeno looked proud as he shared his progress with others.

The two young men beside him listened to Zeno's words with envy in their eyes but disdain on their faces.

"Some time ago, the Knight Commander also said that I have made a lot of progress. I can also be the family's guardian knight. Not only do I want to be the family's guardian knight, I also want to join the family's knight order."

The young people compete with each other in their aspirations and goals.

Just at this moment, Tern, who was sitting next to him, thought of something and moved his butt off the ground to come to Zeno's side.

“Zeno, I heard that you and Yamila had a fight?”

Listening to what Tern said, Zeno snorted coldly, "Yeah, she's always controlling me every day. Even my mother doesn't do that."

Looking at Zeno's expression, Tern changed the subject.

"Zeno, you and Yamila grew up together, don't you like her very much?"

Hearing this, Zeno felt like a mouse whose tail was stepped on by a cat.

Perhaps because of the young man's unique vanity and pride, Zeno denied it.

"How...how is it possible! I...how could I possibly like her? She controls me all the time and is so careless. She's nowhere near as gentle as Bethune."

Listening to Zeno's words, Tern and El looked unconvinced.

"You really don't like Jamila? Jamila is the most beautiful girl. We all envy you for growing up with Jamila."

"No...I don't like it. I still like gentle girls like Bethune."

Tern and El nodded. "Okay, then we'll help you get closer to Bephny..."

The conversation of the three people was heard by Yamila who was hiding nearby with a kettle in her hand.

Listening to what Zeno just said, Yamila's eyes lost their former luster, and two tears streamed down her face.

So... So this is what Zeno was thinking...

So he doesn't like me... He likes Bephantine...

Jamila had already prepared to marry Zeno and was just waiting for Zeno's confession and proposal.

But now the person she likes doesn't like her. For a moment, Yamila's world seems to have lost its color.

Yamila seemed to have lost all her strength, and she gradually moved away from Zeno and the other two like a walking corpse.

Following the Knight Commander's shout, many young men and women gathered together again.

But Yamila's position was vacant.

The Knight Commander looked at the missing person and asked, "Where's Yamila?"

"Sir Knight, Yamila said she's not feeling well and has gone to see a doctor."

Listening to the girl's words, the Knight Commander frowned slightly. She left without reporting to him?

However, considering that Jamila had always performed well, the Knight Commander did not say much and just thought that Jamila was really unwell.

"Okay, let's continue training."

No one noticed Yamila's departure. After all, physical discomfort is a common occurrence.

Except for one person.

Zeno.

Zeno looked at the empty seat of Yamila, frowned slightly, and his heart was full of worry.

As a result, he was distracted during training that afternoon, and was scolded several times by the Knight Commander.

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