"Did he just confess?" Stellamaire gasped, snapping his head to look at the children.
Sure enough, the wolf boy looked like he did confess. His ears are perked up, tail wagging like there's no tomorrow, and his cheeks are flushed with color.
"He's going to get rejected." Renzille commented, her eyebrows furrowing as she stared at her little sister's face.
Bluria still has a straight face, but there was a certain coldness in her blue eyes that is usually reserved to strangers— it's the kind of look that Bluria has used on Renzille when she visited the church before she was drafted.
If there's one thing that Renzille knows about Bluria, it's about her distasteful towards people who acted close to her even though they barely know each other.
Renzille learned this the hard way.
"Aren't you going to go over there to stop Crane from getting rejected?" Fenric hummed, casting a glance at Renzille.
