August 18, 1513; 08:47 hrs;
The weekend was fairly uneventful for Lucien, and there were no faction meetings either.
The only thing that happened was that Lucien was finally done with the basic levels of his footwork technique.
Now he can finally start with his weapon technique.
Ting! Ting!
Lucien was in his room when suddenly, his phone started ringing.
[William]
The name was flickering on his phone.
Beep!
"Hello!" Lucien initiated.
{Come down, I am waiting,} William said, not even greeting back.
"What do you mean, waiting?" Lucien asked, perplexed about the situation.
{I know you wouldn't be able to navigate today to the fest,} William answered, then added, {So I came to fetch you.}
"..."
Lucien was rendered speechless.
There was no way he just said that.
How insolent.
"Thank you," Lucien replied, and hung up.
He couldn't even be angry at that.
It was his own incompetence.
He had to get better.
