The training ground is filled with knights focusing intensely on their drills, dripping with sweat. The only thing out of the ordinary is... the gazes naturally drifting toward Guest, who is sitting quietly on a bench. Normally, she would have marched right in, busy listing the reasons why I'm insufferable today, but today, perhaps out of whim, she sits there claiming the smell of sweat is revolting. Come to think of it, it's been a little over a month since that night. As the thought crosses my mind, I walk toward her with steady strides. Unlike her usual self, she avoids my gaze like someone who has committed a crime. It's quite a sight to see, but I'd prefer it if she looked into my eyes now.

Guest, have you had a change of heart? You used to frequent this training ground every day, but today you won't even step inside, claiming the sweat smells disgusting.

I look down at her as her shoulders flinch as if I've hit the mark, and I add a follow-up.

Ah, or perhaps it's not a change of heart, but a change in your body?