The time returns to one day earlier.
"Knight Rakael, I frankly admit that I am a bit nervous." Akuya licked her lips, "I didn't expect Her Majesty to send me for the interview... I'm worried I might make mistakes; perhaps it's better to let Knight Gafri handle it?"
"Relax, Knight Akuya, Her Majesty wants to give you a chance to practice. The media is much easier to deal with than the thirst beasts, as long as you prepare thoroughly in advance, you will handle it effortlessly."
Rakael lied through his teeth, in reality, no one likes dealing with journalists except politicians. Akuya felt even more tense: "Then what should I prepare? I mean, if they ask about my loyalty or responsibilities..."
"Utilize your literary skills! Think of some beautiful metaphors." Rakael prompted.
"You know very well that I rarely read drama or classic literature." Akuya grumbled, "Let me think... how about the moon?"
"Very good, why not?"
