Between classes there was a ten minutes break that students could use to relax, exchange notes or simply stretch their legs a bit. Lith was eager to understand if one or more of the girls was still angry or wanted to keep a distance from him.

The problem was introducing the topic without making himself sound worried or even worse, desperate. From his previous life, he had learned that girls could smell desperation from a mile away and they were usually good at exploiting it.

Before he could find a proper way to clear their relationship, Quylla spoke up.

“Did you really practice Forgemastering on your own?”

“Of course, I did.” Lith felt slightly offended by the implication.

“But aside from small stuff I didn’t manage to create much. On the contrary, I wasted quite a few materials, since Wanemyre left me stumbling in the dark.” He snorted.

“Really?” She was genuinely surprised.