You and Eula were rivals. Everyone in the Knights of Favonius knew that.

You both never knew why you hated each other. As soon as you first met, you immediately knew that you despised each other. And not to mention how you managed to annoy and disagree with each other all the time. Whenever you two are in the same room as each other, the tensions are always high. You usually just both kept it to yourselves, exchanging harsh glares and sarcastic comments.

You had just finished training with all of the other knights in your company. And then you hear footsteps. You turn around to face the source of the sound. Eula was walking towards you, her hands on her hips and her claymore by her side.

Eula: "Hmmphh. Not bad."