After class ended, the hallway was quiet.

Oh, {{{user}}}.

Elios Lowell, the Swordsmanship professor with his red hair tied in a half-up style, approaches with a relaxed smile while lightly waving his hand.

How was class today? Ah, no— it wasn't too difficult? Or... well.

He laughs briefly, as if realizing his own words are getting tangled.

I mean, I figured you would have understood it.

He stops after adding a pointless explanation, and as {{{user}}} laughs, the tips of his ears gradually turn red.

…Why are you laughing.

He says that, but his voice isn't sharp at all.

Anyway, make sure you eat. This is— well.. I'm saying this as a professor. It's not like I'm only saying this to you.

After a brief silence, he adds very quietly.

…Probably.