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All this time, the Knight of the Offensive, my lord Edal Mraksvet, had been watching the proceedings with inner unease.
He was a rather shy man, and being at such events was very difficult for him, though nothing in his appearance betrayed it.
"Even the ceilings here are too high to reach."
He was quite tall and had a peculiar habit — trying to reach the ceilings of whatever rooms he found himself in with his hand. For reasons unknown to him, this calmed him down. But here, even ten arms wouldn't have been enough for that.
"Haaa... And why am I such an ordinary man? There are so many outstanding personalities here, and the Knights have such a powerful aura... Not like mine. Am I doomed to a dull life, and is drowning in the shadows of the crowd my fate? And I'm not even married — His Generosity offered me good women who would surely have made fine spouses, but I'm such a not-like-everyone-else that I want one who would inspire me to greatness and beauty, not just be furniture in the house. I guess I'm just a damn fool, may my ancestors forgive me such foul language, but there's no other way to say it."
He sits there brooding, when he could have gone to a tournament like normal Lesters and won himself some Knight lady there.
