The next morning, a sharp, rhythmic knocking echoed through the residence. Clarissa opened the door to find Miss Beatrix standing there, her usual expression of weary impatience even more pronounced.
"Clarissa," Beatrix greeted with a curt nod, her eyes scanning the room behind her. "Where is Julian?"
"Good morning, Miss Beatrix," Clarissa replied warmly, though a flicker of understanding passed through her eyes. She knew the older woman's restlessness. "He's in the rear training grounds with the others."
Beatrix let out a short, quiet sigh that spoke volumes of her frustration. She gave a tight, acknowledging nod.
"I see. I'll head there then."
Without another word, she turned on her heel, her coat sweeping behind her as she marched towards the training grounds.
The air in the training ground crackled, but not with energy skills. It was thick with the sound of heavy impacts, sharp grunts, and Joe's booming laughter.
"HA! Not bad, Julian! You can still take a hit!"
