Church of the God of Wisdom, Front Garden.
Sitting under the shade of a tall tree in the garden on a chair, Alex took the tea served by Zeil's knight from the table and sipped it as he leaned on the chair in a relaxed manner.
"No wonder there are rumours that you were an immature and arrogant prince, saint Alex… despite being a royal prince, it seems you never focused on the table mannerisms…"
Zeil felt amused seeing Alex show such a lazy attitude; nobles usually have all the mannerisms drilled into their bodies like reflexes of a swordsman. Alex clearly never learned them, or he wouldn't have been sitting like that.
"Hah, who even cares about all that bullsh*t, and truthfully speaking, I already knew that I will end up becoming the saint and will be exiled one day or another …"
"I was just enjoying my life to the fullest back then… nothing wrong in it, I think…"
