"I'm truly sorry, Professor Lyra, for letting you witness such an embarrassing scene."
In Lyra's office, Lathel stood before her. Behind him, Selvia and Mira stood with their heads lowered, their faces flushed with shame.
Hearing Lathel's apology, Lyra sighed. Her cheeks were still tinged with red. "You don't need to apologize to me. After all, it was my fault for entering without knocking."
As she spoke, her eyes subtly shifted to Mira and Selvia, and she couldn't help but think, "It seems... the royal family's private life is quite chaotic."
Selvia and Mira seemed to sense Lyra's gaze, which only deepened their embarrassment as they bowed their heads even lower.
"Alright then," Lyra spoke up. "This is your personal matter, and I won't interfere."
"Now that you're my disciple, I won't restrict your freedom. I only hope you'll exercise some restraint and focus more on studying magic."
"Yes!" Lathel replied, a warm smile appearing on his face.
"You too, Mira."
