Diana and Layla stepped forward.
Layla moved with her usual composed elegance. Diana, on the other hand, looked like she was walking toward her execution.
The moment she reached Arthur, Diana flinched.
Her eyes darted nervously toward him.
"Wh-what is it?" she asked. "Do not tell me you are going to ask Miss Athena to expel me."
Arthur let out a tired sigh.
"Do not worry. I am not as petty as you are," he said. "But I can do that if you are going to cause problems for me."
Diana's breath caught.
She opened her mouth, ready to snap back at him.
Before she could, Layla spoke in a cold, annoyed tone.
"Stop scaring the poor thing and just tell us why you called us."
Arthur blinked.
Then he nodded.
"Ah, right."
He looked toward the gathered first-years, second-years, and third-years.
"From now on, you will learn how to work as a team under Layla," Arthur said. "And Diana will be in charge of strategies and planning."
For a moment, the training ground fell silent.
